Shekinah Glory

April 25, 2008, 5:04 pm
Filed under: Inspiration, Poetry, writing

Light fighting through clouds and branches
reaches the skylight with tan and gray.
Heavens invite me in sheet after sheet
of lethargy, playing gentle improvisations
across ceiling’s glass openings.
Moisture is falling, rising,
permeating each and every breath,
weighing my feet down like a heavy pack.
Today is hiding under unmade sheets,
pretending not to wake,
making us stumble through unlit rooms.


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