The following three untitled poems came out of my time in Michael Ramos’s “Seeking the Light Through Poetry” spiritual nurture group, which meets the third Tuesday of each month from 6:30 to 8:00 PM.
There is a book about forever
Endless chapters inside time.
What will be my final word in this holy rhyme?
Will my entire being become a pen of ink?
Bright light written on twilight's brink?
Praise the night sky that holds this imperfect poem.
In these curious words I am scribing my way back home.
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Rather than cater to the norm
The material quest to capture form
I stubbornly held to the mystery
The break of dawn, the bumblebees.
The sound of rain my fable's name.
The lesson of seeing between the lines, the artistry of the vines, the pines, this life of mine.
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In the wake of discovery
I unearthed the sting of betrayal.
Was I the sacrament for your holy Grail?I am a sacred seed, part of creation
Watch me rise from this barren ground.
Up high like Polaris
I can be found.
