Wednesday, April 01, 2009

of wings

I've seen the face of God
calling me home

a fitting to be
of wings that sing

preparing the way
please let them say

to whisper of the path
that forks

and nudge the heart
to love's way


6 comments:

Trée said...

whisper of or whisper forth

I could never decide

Anonymous said...

is that a metaforth?

Anonymous said...

whisper forth

Autumn Storm said...

Poppet, it never ceases to amaze me, strange as that fact in itself is given these last 3+ years, the loveliness of your writing, that last line is especially winsome. Breathlessly so.
No where I would rather be that here, commenting, so have my thoughts been in the time that I have been unable. I could do quick comments, but you know me in this, I like to spend an hour or two with each one, and so I wait, or rather I rush to get things sorted so that asap, things will get back to normal in this respect. And given various other facts, pretty soon, I shall extra time. :-)
In singulars, bright, graceful, flawless, smooth, melodic, absolute, beautiful.
Wishing you a wonderful evening, H

Trée said...

Thank you my dear Sunshine. You have been missed. :-)

Trée said...

The original canvas--a bloody mess:

I've seen the face of God
calling me home

if you know of what I speak
you'll understand

[I've been recruited
you see

a fitting to be
of wings
I sing]

if your heart is of the stars
you'll be kind

and leave Right at the door
of Column, Corinthian {might}

(I'm only) preparing the way
please let them say

to ride upon your (the) shoulder
as the breeze upon the wind

to whisper of the path
that forks

and nudge the gratitude
of love's way