Soar

We would see an eagle, on wing in tree eminent o'er craggy dome and shadowed butte. Majesty upon majesty mount to mount great spirits muse purposed in it's span of resplendent power.

Pitiless Sea

I am lifted, my breast above the torrent. Day breaks - the seasoned breath of your blessing brushes my soul with obeying wind- ripples of joy, encircled grace, widen with the stirring of your hand. Sea bird songs break the vastness, terra firma just in sight. I waft nights long in the deep and dark stilled deception, but the drifting is guided by your piercing helm -ahoy I wake - founded mercy.

I Come to the Garden

Fare thee well durable rose, you leave us without fanfare. Your eminence recognized, appreciated, and favored, yet your season taken for granted until we touch your darkened petals. Chancellor, queen mother, beauty emeritus, dowager, silver threads web over precious golden thorn, your glorifying protective stem. They call you summer's last weary beauty yet your countenance is the face of experience against the newborn baby blue autumn sky. Your sisters whisper with bowed heads, serenity a perennial truth.

Love that Dare Calls

Blithe spirit, buoyant apparition, ghostly talents lifting them above and beyond solemn deaths of mirthlessness, appalling to my shaded soul, thespians of cosmic melodrama, exiting stage left conceding the curtain call and approbation to the embodiment of semblance and façade.

Attendant blight, attendant blessing paradox of carnal knowledge and spiritual heritage. Worldly eyes would seclude the virgin in shame while their only hope, the revelation and redemption cried love and compassion. A sweet voice breathes everlasting life and speaks infinite peace before any heard. Hands…….