Heavenward

This room of people,

so much more than just bodies.

 

The mystery

of the connection.

 

These frail, spun

webs that break

so easily--

leaving detatched,

floating

tentacles

searching for something solid.

 

Always searching.

 

Unaware of the

full beauty

and wholeness

we shadow with our

thin puzzlework of life.

 

Unaware,

weaving, winding,

reaching

up with the wind

toward heaven.

Reviews

[Gordon Greene]

If someone takes the time to see, there is so much wisdom in the words you write... I could never hope to parallel the depth you display in your work.

We are connected in ways we rarely take advantage of and will never fully understand. As much as we sometimes just want to be left alone, there is a deep longing for contact with creation and with Creator.

I could go line for line explaining what this piece says to me, but your meanings reach far beyond the cryptic and to the soul... if folks will take the time.

Wonderful work.

Gordon