By Stormcat
All the
greats must have known it
not
a secret
but
a principle of living well
rarely
realized
My heart has
been up for so long
in the air
that I am reticent to
recognize
honest
emotion
If it falls
it will shatter again perhaps
into
the thousand
pieces
that caused so much angst
contra-healing
How many times
can God heal a heart?
sounds
like
a declaration lacking
faith in God’s
promised
abundance
But even
every feather on the sparrow is known
and
I as his child
bears
the torture of that education
much
to his chagrin
Is it in
forced humility that I seek his safe harbor?
or
in the stream
of
finally realized glorious joy attainable
heading
his affect?
There is no
justification in the least deviation
known,
bestowed,
gifted,
from a place sacred and rejected.
Pearls
before swine?
So to what of God, my father’s, life shall I aspire?
something
ordinary?
I
think not! Yet I know not! Yet it must be . . .
remarkably
unique!
Copyright 2016, All rights reserved
Copyright 2016, All rights reserved
