Ode To a Sign
A sign, slanted rays in mid-morning hour.
Opening of tomb
with power.
Before it spoke, was hidden in tree’s womb -
scar of wood,
in tandem two parts.
Much like the sign on Calvary - I AM
stained on splintered wood…
twining hearts.
Man’s substitute - in the thicket a ram.
Matthew 28:6, He Has Risen -
a sign that believes.
A prison
of florals, eggs, butterflies and green leaves.
A feast to
the soul of my eyes.
The circular pattern - the ring of life.
Tulips royal hue.
Wings arise.
What all long for - sign speaks of afterlife.
Most poignant the sign above bleeding lamb;
mine is uplifting.
Pounding bam -
character etched in wood, in this gifting.
A debate
of stencilled brush-light -
daffodils - orange and yellow, curved leaves -
blue-green shades, a fete.
Future bright.
Open eyes to the sign - this one believes.
2/28/2023
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Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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