Ivory Flakes
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Written on January 11, 2025
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gentle slivers of His muse,
destined for the earth –
painting a silence on the spirit
with the burst of lifelike trembling,
the wonder of nature’s breath
poured out over the night,
caressing the lasting grace with one finger
who remembers what it means to love,
one whisper who feels the light
piercing the moments with a sense of laughter
who rearranges the miracles of nature
so they bleed out warmth across the twilight seas
coloring each oak with a presence of joy
the aching stars, withered by the snow –
intimate as the glorious rhythms,
guitar’s shadows reveal the intensity of lonely,
forcing me to see past the silence
into the peace, the serenity
fading beneath the pines, intertwined –
with the music who breathes
like a melancholy seed, glistening with grief
always knowing what it means
to just believe, to see beyond the rivers of need,
into the still who glows in the forests,
the soothing that touches each wind,
the rhythm of hope who agrees with the spirit
lingering in this aching impression,
the wonder unfolding, the lessons
expressing what it is to sing like the wrens,
to fight with the night, in the silhouettes
there is a beautiful who will win,
a secret who will never sin, the innocence
ivory flakes,
falling so they touch the notes,
falling so they learn to hope,
falling so they pray, like grace
falling, so they’re forever amazing
and, always praising –
just praising…
ivory flakes, crooning while in flight
a silence who delights,
sharing the intimacy of a spirit
who can never be remembered
without thinking – God is with us,
He is sending love, a powerful love
who destroys the darkness,
silences the doubt
and offers the heart room
to reach out –
pressing through the shadows,
alive, a passion
reaching beyond the suspicions,
to the music of His appearing
the mystery of His song
carried on ivory flakes,
singing all the night long,
singing the notes of God’s song,
capturing the rhythm of love
and remembering the light
whispers through the thoughts,
caressing the pulsing colors
blowing on winds of knowing,
with God, true love is flowing
and inside, our hope is growing.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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