Life And Death Of A Poet

In a fertile silence
it was sown
it had been shone
it was immersed
answered an altar call unrehearsed
“loved us first”     
unseen in the dark
in faith…
a miraculous spark
dead to self
finds the mark 
new life emerges
from a husk
seeking sunlight
from dust
breaking surface
reaching, reaching, reaching…
flourishing, blossoming, becoming, bearing…
swaying, in breezes
weathering storms
then they came unannounced
to reach…
to shake loose…
to grab…
to yank…
to take…
They sate,
without so much,
as a thanks or praise,
to the “Giver”,
of all good things
Repaying kindness
and a gift selflessly shared forward
with indifference
as before I knew better
I too also once did.
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless

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