I’ve touched the sky.
I knew not the why
Except its glory drew me nigh
O Who am I?
Earth stretching high
On Heaven’s terms I made my cry
And when the earth had strained its length,
With all its strength,
The lightning sprang.
Light slashed through dust with powerful bang!
Air’s stillness rang,
And angels sang.
Earth groans– the roots of oak trees find them out
~ In secret seeking cool sustaining streams
The air feels thin while splitting on the flout
~ A piercing cry of music from my dreams
How old the marrow grows in once strong arms
~ Anticipating touch without remorse
Still waiting for beloved tender warmth
~ Returning swift received without recourse
Two dandelions blown in stormy breeze
~ Are stripped of new beginnings as they wilt
Believing sure their children earth will seize
~ Creative soil unseen new lives rebuilt
So short cruel time to sever love from love
~ Its wound agape awaits the Gard’ners glove
My brain: a fog.
The Night stands tall back against the Sun
The Orange Rim around the shadow burns.
Like a fiery border begging separation
But ever fusing the two orbs into one sphere.
The ball is shaded by a singly directed Star
Only One Star to light all things. No more night will be there.
When our Sun and Shield, our Grace and Glory,
Dwells within our midst, and will be within us.
My eyes, I see them red and blurry.
My vision fades in clarity and depth
From the smudges and foreign contaminants
That scrape the lens but for the tears of sorrow to cleanse it.
Since childhood the animal hair makes itch
When I rub my eyes for relief, I worsen
My eyes grow puffy and inflamed.