The fleeting beauty of this world, fits inside the light of love. Where the edge of darkness, brings faith to its knees. In the grasping claws, of a million losses, one lifts up a silent prayer. A seemingly pointless pause, ripples the universe into waking.
"But they that hope in the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall take wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint" Isaiah 40:31
the blend of sweet
subtle exchange of hue
richer in those depths
flames spring forth-
a trick of the dramatic hysterical heat
forceful energy diminishes outward
a push blown out to the edges
with a breath
in a glance
A trick, a point, a treat , a smell, a taste, a cat-
the chase is on-
quaking and quivering.
In a rush returns
This pet, my friend cleaved once again - untwitching.
while I wonder,
with a wish,
this thought, a string could pull you back to me.
Drifting lost - I can no longer find your scent among the sheets...
Her tail thumps once, as I pull her close.
A special thanks to Richard for the words over at the Sunday Whirl this week- The Words : string, wish, point, trick, shine,paw, smell, pack, shape, taste, whisper
The process- My husband of 30 years, travels to Asia three times a year, for business, for a month at a time. He also is gone another month or so traveling within the US. Four years ago, I was blessed to find to find Pepper, my black lab, at the local pound. This bit of writing attempt to tie those two things together.
Any thoughts on the structure, or content is welcome.