Oct 27, 2005

Rough drafting

Blue like hope
they rescue me.
Artesian wells of grace
drawing me into new life.

Ellipses arching
meeting
softly curving
into a symphony of autumnal hues,
calling me home with a sunlit stare.

Through shadows come color
broken onto the ground in
a pattern of prayer.
On bended knee

I'm called to worship.
Look to the South
and tell me with
cathedral eyes.

4 comments:

steelcowboy said...

VERY nice. Very.

Mike ( ex scientia, veritas ) said...

Whoa! The best I ever did was a limeric in high school - you mght have heard it?

Seriously, that "rough draft" was impressive.

stewbie2 said...

I have so missed you guys, Cowboy and Mike!

Anonymous said...

Is this about sex and shit?!!