Building the Tower
her pale
chrimson eyes
penetrate to the marrow
beckoning the transformation
that swims beneath the skin
buzzing and vibrating the surface
revealing her nature to the faithful dreamers
kissing the crowns
of the babes who yawn
and awaken
rising up to the task at hand
professing the truth of I and I
hearts bleeding
spirits weaving
to build again
the tower of Zion.
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Reasoning with Gardenias
Reasoning with Gardenias
Outside the front door
Planting seeds
Music echoes through
The tunnel of never-ending change
No need to re-arrange
Laughter and calm
Sun shines
Late winter
Spring peaks its head
As the fingers continue
To connect with the soil
Letting go of toil
The beauty sets I free
Always
And the worries
Drift away
Today is a new day.
Bless