Churning of Holistic Sunrise
Churning of holistic sunrise,
churched by God above.
Preaching of vivid truth.
Gleaming eyes see it.
No words — baby crawls
into Father’s lap.
In passing of years
fiery reds, tangerines —
lost in translation;
the tongue lies.
At death’s incline,
impending groom
holds up the globe of the sky.
Like a newborn baby
with no teeth,
an innocent smile
resumes.
12/29/2020
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