Basement has a leak.
Sky is grey with summer heat.
Cicadas blast the dusk with metallic shrieks.
The world is bloody and uncertain.
Tomorrow is Monday.
But this home,
This refuge,
This tiny shard
Of our spinning orb
Shines
Tonight
And inside me
There is a strong glow
That reaches
Into the Heavens,
And tonight,
The Heavens
Reach back
Return the embrace
Close the loop,
Fullfil the promise
Of every sunrise.
--Mr. Gobley
1 comment:
I wish more people would stop arguing about religion, and feel God.
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