March 10, 2012

The furious drone

of night

consumes even the

least of these

we regard as holy;

Blackness, blackness,

and then

a snippet of glow –

This, the never-ending

sense of divine

dreary days sought forth

with eyes drawn down

to earth, land

seeking space and sky.

Bring us to the wonderment

to knowledge, the firmament

unites, disperses

while one hand

draws  freely.

Look up,

oh ye

of little faith.

Thanks to nance for the inspiring image.

4 Responses to “Glow”

  1. davis said

    soaking it up…

  2. S. Etole said

    so glad you did this …

  3. A glowing intersection.

    I see a geometric image here, moving along like some kind of spiritual 3D screensaver. I’m transfixed and will stare a little longer.

  4. For some reason, this poem resonates more with me this morning after a semi-sleepless night (three hours awake for no good reason). When I finally got up and walked the dogs, I looked up to see a half moon. It was just the “snippet of glow” I needed.

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