Oh God, how my heart beats me up.
Its own rod and staff comfort me not.
My face runs flat with self-control.
My figuring has no end.
My passions, frail, off balance
Lead me beside myself
Where no water is.
Then a mockingbird flew silently by,
And I heard a hummingbird remember the lyrics.
A cardinal blushed.
A raven was its own shadow.
The fog lifted my countenance
Enough to see the mystery of You.
The Thou of this I.
You suggested I lighten up
As the sun crested a weary scape.
Ah, the light by which I see
You.
Then we laughed.
I like this Jerry. All the imagery with the birds. Nicely done.
Birds wing their flight into my imagination. Thanks Noreen!
You’ve captured the Son rise of an awakening heart. Love the changing colour of the poem.
Thanks Jasper!