Hand of Christ
I Don't know
that I know anything
a mystery of faith travel I
like deeply my feel
but only depth of self
for comparison,
internal the outer eye
--------------------------
(a drop in an opium sea
high on illusion of wave
consciousness)
somehow in eddy-swirl
of multi-dimensional tides
a tug of warring moonbeams
endless shades of twilight and
dusk
poetry the trip I navigate
verse having been my buoyancy
the craft I step from
pen-hand extended,
greater seeking
ever firmer grasp of Christ --
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2024
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