Skyward
I hear song amid the distant tree line
of winged angels singing praise
in sunlight prisms that flicker
and white orchids of flowering lace
in conscious mind I retrace
each moment of spirit great call
of soft water line pulsing
and visions that ebb my soul
one moment I climb out beyond
this entrapment of body and flesh
and roll infinite in spirit
with dust and ash of breath
for now
my hands tightly folded
in a moment of praise and request
of divine heights I see climbing
to entwine eternities nest
I drift in words held closely
of misty hymns fluttering light
a breath
a sigh
a great release
one moment
a fraction in time
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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