His Grace

Shadows from the first weeds of the garden, hold and nest the last star’s seat in Heaven. Now the weight of the cross or a later headstone, chosen who will have to lose in order to win. Satiated flavors to extinction, rocks became pearls when I saw my own tail. New trees cover the graves of old men while bearing fruits still promising the gifts of faith and knowledge. In a tear’s small rainbow, a new passion. Broken by conviction, new foundation. Lamb of God in seven seals Judea’s lion. Further drift from the world, but I am not lonely.