Thursday, July 26, 2012

Let Light Come (Short Story Slam Week 23)







Let the light of love
warm the chinks in the barn,
roll up the bales in the field.
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Let the rooster wake you up at 5am,
as a maiden weaves mittens
with needles and yarn, let light in.
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Let mud collects on the sickle forgotten
at the wheat field. Let the weeks run
like rabbits under the first July rain.
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Let the pond be folded and hang up
in the sky to dry, let the truth go naked
and allow time to cough and cry.
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To worries in your head,
To the desert in the bed,
To air in your lung, let light in.
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To the daydreams in your eyes,
To the orchards that's bitterish,
Let light come, in God's trust. and it will.

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1 comment:

Rachel Schapiro said...

love the playfulness in this one.