bibelot of Babylon
put to death or dearth

precious precocial Person
born on the world to unearth

ascend to kiss the clouds
we dare to fly on high

seven pilgrims on a mission
to venerate the sky

two from a chrysalis emerge as one
a monarch born to glorify The Son

a crowning of glory,
a martyrdom beaming
ahead lies the kingdom
awakened from dreaming

crossing over umbrage
on a bridge towards heaven
shading our eyes through fields of grey

through dappled eyelashes
look for promised remembrance

clamor to put away clamor
day by day

on a tightrope of blessings
hands clasped in prayer
a twinkle of mischief
entrapped in a stare

no ocean in sight
yet adrift in your eyes
a score swells of Love
zeroing in from the sky

you'll find me in ellipses...

in brightly threaded trails of breadcrumbs
meandering in fields of honeysuckle dew
in unspoken stanzas and lilting prayers
in abated passions under bated breath
in unabashed hollers and whispered streams
in the whitespace where my hopes reside

you'll find me wanting, wonting...
waiting for Him.

rivulets of repentance
carve streams in my cheeks

assail upon my sorrow
comfort he who seeks