Deus Ex Machina
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered, but there is beauty in decay - Constance La France
I was the wilted flower
That you watered back to life.
You're closer than a stalking shadow
In my hour of need.
You're my light in the dark
You see the beauty in my scars.
When languishing in despondency,
You elevate my spirits
Ocean floor to mountain peak,
If not to a much loftier height
I was the wayward leaf
You caught amid a tempestuous wind,
Saving me from being lost.
I was the bird with a broken wing -
In flight - that you never let plunge
Into catastrophe like Icarus;
You cushioned my fall.
Each time I'm sucked neck-deep
Into life's bottomless abyss,
You unfailingly pull me...
Back to the surface,
Heavenly Father.
You're my ever dependable
Constant gardener;
My deus ex machina.
Writing Challenge - D Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 06/05/2023
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2023
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