Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? ~ Rumi
Growing has never been easy.
I stumble forward
in perpetual benediction.
I rise up through
the cracks / trembling in prayer,
weeds always reach up for blue sky.
If I’m ugly just wait till tomorrow –
That’s when I’ll roam and explore / in devotion / like rivers
sinking their teeth into land, devouring, forming
canyons, I cut deep. My instincts run wild
guided by silent laws.
I’m His poem, and His voice, and if you hold me up
to your ear, like a seashell, I’ll whisper His name.
Written for the dverse prompt, Laura is our host and she invites us to let our imagination be a springboard to the mystical. Come read more poems and join us!