Life's window pane Leaks winds and rain As little words all ache. Life's larger frame Quakes quite the same But life is, for our sake, A way to look Beyond the book And into what might be. The pages turn And memories burn By storied alchemy. Little writes Of days turned nights, Sometimes absently. Looking out In faith-filled doubt, A horizon is the sea, Stormed or calm, Both bane or balm, I'd sail and so soar free.
Life's window pane
ReplyDeleteLeaks winds and rain
As little words all ache.
Life's larger frame
Quakes quite the same
But life is, for our sake,
A way to look
Beyond the book
And into what might be.
The pages turn
And memories burn
By storied alchemy.
Little writes
Of days turned nights,
Sometimes absently.
Looking out
In faith-filled doubt,
A horizon is the sea,
Stormed or calm,
Both bane or balm,
I'd sail and so soar free.