SPARK

Is this Heaven's allegory of freedom,

a periwinkle skein sailing

across the purpling sky? Does it send

forth a leaf from its own

annals, a dispatch on wing? No, it is

not the enkindling of

Hesperus' flame, nor twilight's torch, 

nor a sprite, nor a spirit. 

How gentle it glows, as a gleed in a 

dying fire, soft as that

timeless gaze from distant memories

that closed my life-weary eyes,

that ignites the emerald of the deeps

and the verdant shrine's lamps,

greens parched hills, fills the spaces 

of absent sunbeams.

The seer tells of a benignant spark that

inscribes ageless tales

upon man's brittleness, that they may 

be one with the dust, seep into

Nature's womb. Upon each bud and tree

shall they emerge into the light,

in the eyes of innocence, for to heal the

defiled air and bloodied ground,

that Peace may incarnate upon Earth.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: CALLA LILY
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Artist: Georgia O'Keeffe