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Song of The Sun

Foxglove flinching from the fire,
using up the night like it was free…
then taking back its rightful place
just sitting there, against that tree.

I noticed it since I sat, too.

Heliotrope sitting on the slope,
looking for a petal donor…
if she’s fragile as she’d have us think
then why’s she live in Arizona?

I’m sure I don’t know.

Ptarmigan is a silly word
that has one ‘P’ too many.
I can’t say if it’s a silly bird…
I’ve never known any.

(They tend to stay amongst themselves.)

Southwest desert, hear me please,
since summer now attracts us;
I love your heat and rattlesnakes—
I even like your cactus.

I think it’s the green/brown thing…

But now you’re going up in flames,
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…
again, we’ve ventured a bit too close,
and nature’s forced to revise.

Houses just ain’t natural…

 

Bob Church©2002

 

 

The Light of Mercy

I saw an aura, faith begorrah,
all about a winter’s eve,
trapped inside a gold menorah,
did my eyes try to deceive?

Bending lightly, so contritely,
in her best Madonna way,
I felt her brush me, oh so lightly,
on my face her fingers lay.

Smiling meekly, trust uniquely
filled my soul with faith and love,
She overtook my heart completely,
Blessed Mother- mourning dove.

Pure whim or fate befalling me?
I can’t now know what was bestowed.
She promised light for me to see,
then led me down forbidding road.

 

Bob Church©2002