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
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:))
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:))