Sometimes, on the way into darkness
I stub my toe on the eyelash of God.
Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams
I hear the hushed and tender tones of
Heaven breathing the un-gated lyrics of eternity.
Sometimes, I even stop to listen.
Sometimes, on the way into darkness
I stub my toe on the eyelash of God.
Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams
I hear the hushed and tender tones of
Heaven breathing the un-gated lyrics of eternity.
Sometimes, I even stop to listen.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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The eyelash of God… how lovely that sounds. Well done, Rob.
Thank you, my dear. I’m so excited to see you tearin’ it up, poetically, in the Okanagan. Go girl!
Going inward to look upward? I like…
Going out through the in door, so to speak.
🙂 Nice way to put things.
I guess that’s what we poets try to do…find interesting ways to say commonplace stuff.
The elusive turn of phrase to illumine the world! Or something like that…
Yea, or something like that. ; ^ )
Pleased to have stumbled upon your beautiful prose ~ thank you, blessings.
Thanks, Anne. I’m glad it was meaningful.