Glimpses of heaven
(what ever that is)
I see within
your rituals.
Cold water splashing
your eyes now
bright and wise,
God glistenning within your pupils.
Your mundanity
has not yet
snatched the divine
from you.
I pray,
on my knees
(the alter forgotten)
at your bedroom door.
You make tea
turn on the toaster
and tighten your terricot robe
closer.
3 comments:
Back after two months and HOW! Beautiful piece :)
I agree. It's beautiful.
Have I told you lately that I love your poetry?
BTW, I was reading your profile.
I see you are 27 now, Wow! I remember when I first started reading your blog...I think you were 23. Back in the day...:)
@hamsi: Thanks!
@Rita: Wow, you've watched me grow up!
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