in a momentA Poem by RuseInexin every direction i look i see wonder in this moment a bee on the knob of an onion stalk gone to seed another comes sunlight on the pair glistens in trading greetings while maintaining work with twitching antennae, exuding intelligence take the line of substance each particle of matter invisible each color magically from the air assembled the lines and form of manifold things appear as if spontaneous the wonder increases i feel for the look of a figure one who knows one who is responsible for all of this ’cause i feel his presence the one who formed it the intelligence of magnificence moments ago by the turn of a half a day things appeared bleak i was immersed in darkness the late afternoon was near the dusk my heart heavy my pulse dim my thoughts weak i saw little i know much of the blackness of the coldness of space the absolute emptiness of it of us who cannot live in its place on a globe of splendid life we live in that moment i could only feel the emptiness of the vastness absence of near-felt love yeah, it’s filled with violence replete beyond belief with hellishness on this globe and yet i was given focus on the beauty at this moment and let the color fill my heart with hope to take-in the beauty of the living of the moving colors and breath of life a moment fell upon me a mantle to make and create personal meaning one of love for all things to overcome the cold of space and fill it with appreciation for the invisible beyond the chaos to this moment of calm bringing into life in the simple way of yielded observation of what lies before us in a moment in acceptance of beauty found in grace, in adoration for all things created for the one who made it all who fills my cold of space the dreaded emptiness of dark with light and meaning © 2018 RuseInex |
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Added on June 2, 2018 Last Updated on June 2, 2018 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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