Listening to every heart
Sweetheart, you asked me for some inspiration? Well, I had to dig back into the archives [I think my muse went to Hyannis Port or something..] So, for you...
A Serenity Prayer
She stands among the presence of a prayer
There at the garden gate
“Voici, mon pere” in silent whisper
which only she can dedicate…
Velvet scratches are her voice,
As afternoon light comes dappling her skin,
Little slivers are her stigmata
As we see her light within…
Slowly sparking the gypsy
To speak again,
With voices rendering the last call
To come dancing
Though they be scary smooth…
Slowly she is losing paint
As the Mississippi rises steam
And weary is she, erased
Of God knows what little sin…
But the sentence stands
There alone in blue chalk dust
As Sunday Service
Calls to her in shades of Amadeus
With wine, and me…
Her hand held out, she touches me
As if to impart a word,
But My Father knows as do I
That she flies alone, and free.
Some poets take a lot of time in creating titles that can stand alone as a poem...this is an example of the titles [in italics] created by Serenity...which lend themselves alone to wonderful thoughts, and much needed inspiration.
Serenity? Thank you, my dear....for letting me borrow a little so I could give it back to you....