Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A Poet, Unintentional

Rain-stained window pane,
And through it flannel clouds.
Road signs and power lines,
And the shadow of my doubt.
Real feel, wind chill,
But my heart's fire blazes.
Bow low and undergo,
A metamorphisis from curses to praises.
No more a metaphor,
This is the Presence of Divine.
Undeniable, I know You. 
I find you undefined. 
Daddy, son. Two,
And like a surrender to gravity's pull.
An open heart, words depart,
And my response? I am a poet, Unintentional.

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