Here is the why
Certain you’d know
The placement and count of each fleck of amber against the jade green
Iris
Knowing for certain
The from-deep red song you’d hear in your blue bluesy
Heart
This is most difficult
Here is the why
Certain you’d know
The placement and count of each fleck of amber against the jade green
Iris
Knowing for certain
The from-deep red song you’d hear in your blue bluesy
Heart
This is most difficult
What then
If you’d suffered as I
And I’d shown no passion
No care
To pull you to here from there
Where it’s safe
What then
Could I claim Humanness
Or say I’m your Sister
Come here now
To this side
And thrive
First fearfully made, consecrated one
Then daughter, blessed by a blood second to none
An auntie, to dear flesh -my heart did they steal
Now “Hi Mom” to Tiger, a cub with my zeal
He blessed me, here I stand, in nothing but grace
Surrounded in mercy’s why I seek His face
Of these eyes you spoke
And of my ribbonless heart
Yes you didn’t know
For God’s sake, all you owe her life
To never question her true stripes
The thrill of revving two-wheeled spree
A swing, the stars, the moon times three
Your constant annoyed adoration
Ice cream kisses, consolation
Pray may the driving rain be soft’d
By gentle hand and easing wind
Would that the biting cold bring too
Voice sweet as upward floating snow
And as stolen daylight takes
Please bring giving, steadfast legs
So to soothe…lift…carry me
Tho’ I deserve no charity
Endeavor where smallness
Says you ought grasp
Stupidly seem to settle
Admit and tell fear
You are in fact, petrified
Let it think it won
Reach breathlessly then, baby
Heavenward and find
Stardust-covered triumphant arms
*Original Thought Credit: Robert Browning; “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
I
lied. For
I wish
you loved
me.
All this there is
Things -oh so many things
There are
That now never will I
Conceive and utter
Yet I could only hope
Only Hope
So I expected a chance
I was stopped
As I journeyed
Awake
Late
All my ears hear is the little city complaining
But it’s warm today
Mid-October so we’re lucky
And God grew me the juiciest apple
Because He knows October’s hard