Two poems
I haven't been posting because I've been working on my poetry. It's ironic that one of my #finishyear goals is getting in the way of another one. The first poem has been ridiculously stubborn, but I'm happy with how the second one turned out. Enjoy! I'll be back to regular posting on Friday.
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Christ.
All things were made
through Him.
Without Him, nothing
that has been made
Would have been
made,
And all that has
been made
Is sustained by His
Glory
His Weight
The Gravity that
holds stars and planets and moons
in place
And choreographs the
cosmic dance.
All in accordance
With the word of the
Word
Who spoke "Let
there be"
And there was.
But what is man?
Ashes and dust
A flower in the
field
A breath
A passing shadow
And yet that breath
came from the very lungs of God
And though a shadow
in the Valley of Shadows,
I shall not want.
Winter Dusk in
Orange County
Slow, but
Deliberate,
the Distant
Artist tints
the once-azure
expanse
ombre shades of red,
orange, and yellow
Before disappearing
in the West
Behind a parking
structure,
Making way for the
Winged Stallion,
Hunter, Lion, Bear,
and
Southwest Airlines.
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