Art by Joan ~ deviantart.com
I recognize
the messenger
you sent
to point the land
of Salvation, to laud
where black necked swans
query in agape love
outlining
the discernment
sky/sea curve
of savior island,
the palms
open invite/offering
bread/salt and
pixelated in
sailing sun
fest of water…
I build the ladder to myself,
white in long vail, light
beckoning ,
the piece missing
I am.
MAY LORD BE OUR GUIDE
ReplyDeleteSounds like one happening island
ReplyDeleteMusings so worth of the visual descriptions flowing to an identity.
ReplyDeletethe ladder to yourself.. that was what struck me most... i think it is important that we keep building that connection to ourselves.. one can get lost so easily in the humdrum of the everyday
ReplyDeletefollowing that ladder to self....we def need a little I AM to translate that for us...ha...cool write....
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