I am but syllable broken
Into sound
Sound broken
Into memory
A retiring present
Roaming
Distant shadow lands
Erased
Cloaked in thought
‘Cross flickering flame
Of ivory light
Of birthed droplets
White
Golden foundation
Draped
Of Him
In merriment ways
Bent past the hourglass
Into inwoven eternal
I please Him
There
Leaping into my weeping
Tempered with compassion
And solidified doubt
Faith unraveled twice
Fortified in humble adobe
Brave winged essence
Harbored
Thy vessel takes courage from thine
As seedling plucked and planted
Scattered amongst the violet midst
Of who was and what was
Once
Still yet to be