Picture courstey - Deb Seeger -Fiber Artist
The lull that follows a storm, as experienced by wise men.
Before my tongue curled up to a pause after saying the word amen
An electrified and unplanned wrath from the clouds above befell
The silent weeping of the heart staring at the distant shores of hell.
A refined and uncluttered mind is like a pretty flower that will bloom inside
Straight from Truth’s mouth, reluctant and inhibited came the verbal landslide
Shots aimed in darkness, forceful and sharp, body convulsed in agony.
Pain liberates the soul; it edges and reaches out to the zone of ecstasy.
Turning round and round, the stable rock invites me to have the permanent grip
I may stumble but may not fall, slippery; the surface will never let me slip
The strength that comes to me from the unwavering light of hope, spectacular
More than the human spirit of fickle-mindedness and jocular vagaries.
