disarrayed matter

Green fields spread over a velvet sheet
water beneath

a father and a mother lay out their spread
delights untold

little people frolicking around; dancing now
hands hold

this was the purest matter; an unspoken dream
God’s world

can you tell where the wrong came from?
lunging forward

tearing God’s image apart at the seams
bloody tragedy

the hero has been stripped of his clothing
rest mourning

the light still rises in the morning
dark forlorn

a silver dusted dove’s wing flashes
beak full

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s