Sliding into sticky pews
Listening for you
The people spoke as if they had you
But I found nothing
Except your echo
Your long-lost footprint
In the golden hymns
I sought you in my love
But in him it took a form
I could not recognize
Judging
Firmer
Full of grand intentions
Not the soft, consenting candle
Lighting the way
Along my darkened path
I sought you in my children
And there I found a little bit of you
Peeking from behind a curtain
At me
A part of you I'd lost years ago
And was too old to gain again
But then I saw the trees
The gray of rain on blackened trunks
The sunlight dipping into dew
On every single blade of grass
And I could feel the dapples of the sun
Within my soul.
this is wonderful. that last stanza is perfectly written. spirituality can be defined in so many beautiful ways: our children, nature, family, etc. well done. have a great day.
ReplyDeleteI love to be lifted by your poetry... thx for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteI like this piece. I get it and agree that I am better found finding truth in dewy grass.
ReplyDeleteA soft journey. And reverent.
ReplyDeleteVery pretty.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful. Especially,
ReplyDelete"But I found nothing
Except your echo
Your long-lost footprint
In the golden hymns."
I hope you keep searching. There is so much more to find.
honestly im speechless.
ReplyDeletejust speechless.