dissonant adoration, mind manipulation
it is my affilation with you, that causes worry
caress the verb and talk to me of action
in this suspended state
my thoughts ache the color of the world
painting my skies a hue of blue I can live with, I walk on
the news is in black and white
but every spectrum of faith, is alive in rainbows
faith is believing something you have yet to see
built on dreams I enter into a sacred garden
tending the wish gently and tenderly
the lavendar calms my senses
the mighty sunflower speaks to me of resilience
the earth itself give me a foundation on which to build
still, a notion of doubt clouds my skies
my tears rain down on the fruits of my labors
growing poppies of the field
they are beautiful to look at but the air becomes thick and sleepy
my blooms close for the night
singing over my flowers while the trees stand guard
I’m holding on until the dawn
Beautifully penned, Brenda. An excellent write guided by faith my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian