"candlelike" poems
Yet again
the stars
are out
in all their
stupendous
glory;
as ever,
a silent
fireworks
of constant
dismay,
while
You knock
on the door
of my heart.
Please enter,
quickly,
that I
might
convey
to the world
with candlelike
signals
something of
the joys
of Your
workings
in, through
and around
humankind.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 7:18 AM UTC