what
patch of light
still
shines
through
these
clouds of glory
bends the arc of justice
that
tell our journey
towards
the
kingdom of heaven
then
what
patch of light

when
the
autumn leaves
naturally
fold
themselves
into
a flock of
red origami birds
then
we
take flight
to
the
Far East Land

when
faith dwells
in
the
atmosphere
thus
reassurance
through
the
soul

pink ash clouds
fade
into a
Mona Lisa
painted
canvas sky
captured
the
portrait
Mona Lisa smile

ask
the
yellow tiger moth
who
flutters
her
wings
between
both candle flames

seabirds
hungry enough
to
break
through
the
claws of the ocean

yes indeedy
the
bumblebees
are
hungry and greedy
just
buzzing around
a closed jar of
delicious honey
well
between
Leroy and Jimbob
somebody gotta
figure this one out
yall bring me
my portable
handy dandy
rectilinear toolkit
to
solve the problem
if
we
just momentarily
bounce a few things
off the wall
then
bang pop, zoom, wee, and lickety-split