Psalm 19 (a #poem)

In which I write down what I see

Jesus is calling with quiet

flute of flutter and spin,

jewels hovering then instantly gone.

Jesus is sighing with signs

in the Heavens, the morning's horizon

a suggestion of sky.

Jesus is speaking with no words

but wonder, ever-present explosion

of color and hue, silent statements

of saturation filling the view.

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Photo is mine, 10.09.15 from the beautiful #PNW. More of my poetry can be found HERE.