Poem But No Rose

    [Poem But  No Rose]   

 

Around the roses go
into an arc
to show
upon the table into a vase
a wash,
the colored mesh
that
sits gracefully
with whispers of sunlight
that catch the eye,
and
sprinkles joy into the soul
or by love into the heart
and ask,
by what
love is this
a painted moment
within my own mind.

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in the blackness
still
of
the
night
(the number says morning
but i say
i'd rather
be
asleep)

coughitude
wakes
and keeps me awake
and
coughing
a rooster with no watch
keeps guessing

picture-skew
is
not what
appears
on my mind
or
the page

just
take the
pill
and
wait
and wait

thanks for
(always)
sitting up with
me

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if i feel pulled
in different
directions
by
You
i must be still
and quiet
so i can
feel
You
guiding me
instead of
striding forward
on my
own
will

one signpost
many directions
but perhaps
not all at
once
and
one path
may have
more than one name

if my
vessel
is not large enough
or
tough enough
for all the paths
You
name
then
i must make myself
larger and tougher

how many
ports-of-call
has one ship?
one at a time
one after another
i may
be
an ocean liner
carrying many people
as i go
and
at once
a
battleship

all according
to Your will
now
and next

there
is no how
there is no why
(both answers are You)
there is
only
listen
and do
and keep on stroking

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