all that remains
a winding stairway
of memories

and the darkness
growing brighter
than the light

that God scattered like the rain

that dance of stars in the sky
unburdening their light

that God insistent like the beating of a drum

that languid petal of time
unwinding as it falls

that God forever becoming a blank canvas

that smile that seems to say
now let’s see how good a painter you are

and then the returning
to that word

within which is no sea
but drowning

no river, but flowing
no sound, but hearing

no flame, but burning
no sight, but seeing

love, a nest on a tall tree
the sun shining
clouds gathering
an eagle racing the wind