Psalm of a Different Bible

There is always hope.

A hushed prayer escapes
into the surrounding dawn
reminiscent not of a whisper
but of the remains of silently mouthed
dreams

Fragile glittering fairy children
climb out of transparent
milky blue skin slathered in
expectations and pretention
leaving only the softly jangling
bones of a hummingbird

They cast their damaged hearts
into swirls of sea foam
breathing hymnals of infinite
love and fear

Author's Note

This may be the only thing of worth I've written in a while, so go crazy.

Reviews

[Talismanic]

Saving grace... kind of reminds me of oriental paintings of god-children in gardens and rivers of milk. The forerunners of Romanticism would be all over this! (and a certain Psalmist would be taking up his harp). Because of the imagery and structure (and title), I think it dispels religous divide. Life is a miracle, enduring through both the birth of creation and its decay. A work of art as always:))

[Symphonic_Sunflowers]

This is so wonderful. Its so bittersweet, and it flows so well :)

Never stop.

[Elege]

Absolutely loved it, Made me really think and wonder. What My Meaning Was.

[An owl on the moon]

I waded into the depth of your words... like silent dreams awakened... a mingling of the now and the not yet... So beautifully bittersweet...

[Ashira Macy]

The imagery you use in this is very interesting. On the one hand they are fairies and have love on the other they leave behind them hummingbird bones and they have fear as well. Perhaps a metaphor for the roller coaster of life's twists and turns. I really enjoyed this poem.

[Annie S]

I love how you used different descriptive words and also the layout of the poem draws my attention to read it again. Your writing especially has given inspiration to write more. This is amazing. Well done :)

[Mark]

Love and fear. I've always wondered about that... I can remember being taught the fear as a child, then the metamorphasis that some religions went through in emphasizing the love. Brings back childhood memories of incense and wearing those black and white things as I knelt and rang the bell at the right times while being scared I'd forget the proper jibberish required to the Priest's pronouncements!

[Barbara Walker]

A gentle quality to this piece. Great imagery and flow. Love the last two lines! You do have a gift you know.

[Dr. Wood ?]

it really is quite brilliant..I thought it might be a tad longer at first but no..it is perfect as it is...your gift came to the fore

[Anne Timmins]

Absolutely wonderful!