Dearest Universe

Written by: linda milgate

Dearest Universe,

May I call you dearest?
Though sorrow has shadowed
Our years together for I soon learned
The lamb does fall to the lion,
A lizard’s poison can kill a calf,
And often men in prayer are swept by 
Fear into a whirlpool's darkness.
Still I long to touch; to be touched
By a presence that I sense in the beauty
Of the velvet night. My head bows before 
The grandeur of morning's golden lights,
The vibrant glow of living colors
Bursting into verdant springs,
Light that flows from a great 
Painter’s hands--ribbons of such light.
I have seen a legion of men 
Gone into the chaos of dirt and blood
To ease  suffering
The arc of a rainbow; 
The last fragrance of a warmed
Rose in spring,  Light and darkness.

My dearest Universe,
To the images of light I cling.