#afternoonstroll
On a late afternoon break,
the blue sky slowly dims,
billowing clouds of gray
and white, move farther away
so quickly...like wavelets
on a stream.....always going
forward, never flowing back.
among a stream of faces, i wish
to be a shy spark, barely bright
like those tiny bearers of light
on starry or moon-glowed nights.
ah, to be like a child, with eyes
aglow, beaming with a smile,
when these dots of light
emerge on dark hours,
high and low...i forget life's
nagging murmurs of unfairness.
i err, as i am human, but when
i see the clouds, i see God's face.
He sees me without fail, as i rise
from the grass...or from a fall.
i join those low-keyed glowers at night,
with them, i'm just, a bigger firefly,
seeking wisdom in their short-lived light.
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 15, 2021
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC