a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

His Particular Particles

Wake up, wake up!
Leaves on fire skitter by
The baby wails a ballad
Marble skies show potential
Exhale time, it’s gone
But do not bury yourself
Tossing earth with two scooped hands
until you reach the water table line
Wake up
The Lord says you’re dust
but you’re his particular particle
A magnum opus, in fact
Do not die while you yet live
Eyes shut to cosmic wonders
Ears plugged to news from on high
of your future
A Fellow Particle

Don't Tell Anyone

Unasked, Answered