To Be Found (draft)

New and collected-
God's prayers

for the beggars
and thieves,

a connoisseur's
patience for the rare-

a heavenward eye,
a loosened tongue,

a clear, small bell.

In the beginning,
eternity was an idea

an unmade ladder,
a child's blueprint

a maiden's luxury;

until stars, welded
in their silver crown,

waters etched
into the ground,

and fiery quasars left
their space to travel onward.

We call things rare
when there are but few

to be found.


Nobius said...

That's awful good for a draft. :)

Rachel Phillips said...

Nobius you are too kind! Thank you but it is rather unfinished!