Sanctity

Of all sacred things

Whispered life

Would there be much

A Moving sky

This heart would say

Captive to all that should be

Commanded to day

Giving tide to sea

Days would fold as

Those touched by

A light 

Vocational blue

In sight

Leaving behind

Promised creed

Reviews

[Neville]

I like this a lot.. glad I found it...

[Robert Trakofler]

sanct is a fun thing... I immediately think of quasimodo bellowing "sanctuary!" in that old black and white film The Hunchback of Notre Dame:) sacrosanct is a fun one too (do not diddle with god's truths!) in other words don't question it kid do as I say not as I do LOL and then to add a little icing... Sanctimonious "making a show of being morally superior to other people." regardless of what I do I am right LOL so as I ponder your lines and I have broken the sanctity of the "sancts" I am left feeling a sense of promise that was not kept an image of a divine that didn't get filled within your cup whether it was for your drinking or for another but in the end the cup is still in your hand..:)

[barleygirl]

Becuz of the familiarity of the phrase "Sanctity of Life" -- I started out reading your poem as a statement about unborn life. I thought this idea fits a little, but upon second perusal, I felt your message spoke to a different, more all-encompassing sanctity. Especially with the image you use (which I love), I see the spark of new life as being a major force in of every aspect of creating (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Jibey]

Intriguing and captivating... I get the sense of dealing with the day by knowing it will wash out on the tide, and the faith that sustains hope, the harbinger of the morrow.

Tightly conceived and wrought into a a powerful poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we see a bluer sky in our tomorrows...at least we hope for that...and each new day we leave those things behind that we promised ourselves or others that we would do.
j.

[B]

Hopefully
Thank you Jacob