Spinning On Your Broken Face

I wrote this when my husband was in boot camp. And I will write many many more when he deploys... Oh great world you widely turn with sun and moon to make your entrance face. But hath the sun be known to bring you smiling? The night, to brim your cheeks and wrinkled face? You groan in cognition with blaring traffic, silent steeples, the mountain’s face. And though the sun shines brightly, can the core of the heart beat color to thine face? For what then, when shaken form the quakes of loss? Shall rivers flow parallel with sorrow’s face? What then? Explain the quakes and quivers of salty sea tears, while grasses wither, burns the prairie’s face. If thou cant be willing to acknowledge the corrosion of thine face, oh great world widely turning in space, acknowledge why I miss the stars And wonder where my tide went. Tell me where the boat shall lead the tired soul. For his feet be sore in boots of war. For under my nails bares the sands of many lands that I have traveled in my mind in sweet pursuit… To catch the vapor if his scent Be reminded this heaven sent. Tell me so far the beaches see, as I too come to greet the sea And bask in sun and salt and rain To join in your broken heart of pain. Tell me how thou heart beat still Spinning on your broken face.