We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
By each speck of Dust
I'm reminded, decided
Convicted, chided
In the new of each day
In the impossibly early
Traffic-lights-still-blinking hour
If you dare with me
Pick up the grain of sand that represents some hope
Place it in a place not far
With goal to keep belief’s door
Ajar
Make the wish that others see to do the same
Tomorrow, tonight you’ll say,
Invite the ocean
Living breathing poetry
Are people can’t you see
And at day’s end, the prose and skin of souls
Is my Goodread
Thus daylong I do gather
Good will, good faith, good fight
For provision to warm me
As I walk the cold, harsh Night
I will always never
Need to be askedYou
Wondering eyes
Serene skin
Soul on-point
Down-to-earth
Convicted of glory
Lovin’ the truth
Knows-who-I-am
Earnest genius
Preacher boy
Stoic sovereignessNeed to be asked
To invest in you
I love that he answered the call
Hung up a shingle, of sorts
And waits bold in the Capitol street-front picture window at 8:52am
To tell us it’s never too late
But it’s time