Though the Days
(“Arise! Let your light shine for all to see. For the
glory of the Lord rises to shine on you.” Isaiah 60:1)
Though the days may
appear as night,
feeling as numb,
though no man’s voice rings true or
offers a haven in the storm; there
is still more illumination than will ever
be extinguished by foggy pronouncements of
concrete minds that have figured out, before its time,
The theory of Everything.
feeling as numb,
though no man’s voice rings true or
offers a haven in the storm; there
is still more illumination than will ever
be extinguished by foggy pronouncements of
concrete minds that have figured out, before its time,
The theory of Everything.
The sprout between the
sidewalk cracks;
the rains upon the deserted land,
the eastern alarm, is it preset or hand wound?
The wildflowers on the hill that was brown and
broken days before the rain, are not inhibited
in their splendid apparel, matching color revealed
by midmorning rays. The outline of sun-shadow,
petals and soil are never seen by
the rains upon the deserted land,
the eastern alarm, is it preset or hand wound?
The wildflowers on the hill that was brown and
broken days before the rain, are not inhibited
in their splendid apparel, matching color revealed
by midmorning rays. The outline of sun-shadow,
petals and soil are never seen by
The peddlers of darkness
who stay inside simply
to cook up another scheme.
to cook up another scheme.
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