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.
2 comments:
That's awful good for a draft. :)
Nobius you are too kind! Thank you but it is rather unfinished!
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