concentration on theology and our divinity. February, 2021
Thank you to all my readers. I appreciate your support and I wish everyone the best this year. As hard it is for some, or many, I have put this together to let some light come in. I wish people calm, when there is seemingly nothing; peace when there is anger; good health when there is a pandemic. Most importantly, Love when there is loss or hate. Let’s change this tide and come together, with respect and kind thoughts.
I wanted to call attention to the question being asked at the beginning of this pack filled brilliant poem:: “Where can I find the light in this never ending shade…” and the poem moves on rhythmically until we get to the penultimate: The new dawn blooms as we free it There is always light if we only are brave enough to see it and If we are only brave enough to be it.
Today’s mainstream poetry barely touches upon the integrity, vibrancy, hopefulness, insightfulness —a deep resounding call to rise for goodness, and intensity as this poem. I am so happy to see a poem like this at this time in history.
Just to note: I will mention that someone came into this post and made edits. It was sly because they were not show stoppers, but for me they were. I have a lot to learn about technology and I moving my energy into accountability, instead of creativity.
What can compare to this love? What could stand a chance against the glory and grace of God, and my King? That small crescent of the sun on the sea’s horizon at the break of dawn — // Bringing an entire day of light to the land — the ocean pulling the incoming day. This is where my love is and my tide rises with him, as the sun and I become morning.
When we are one, it is at the top of a peak — it is quiet, silence and light the air and temperature is of no real importance — a veil flows like a flag. However there is no bottom beneath us.
How I got there, unknown. But at a moment, he appears and we interlock. He holds me and assures I am whole and healed for I am there, within him.
Notes,: this poem is free-verse, yet in the container of a Sonnet. It follows no rules like scansion, because this is a metaphysical conceit bound solely to beauty, built with the castle like form of a sonnet.