Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Mounted on High

A tender tip encompasses the blazing cusp
       as it showers, sprinkling crystalline droplets
       in soft undulations.
Stark against the background, I falter
       and what should be so clearly displayed before me
       swiftly melts into a splintered plash.
And as I try to gather the fragments
       they slip between my haggard crevices
       and I'm left upon my knees--tattered, forsaken.
But just as all hope begins to tarnish
       faith unhinged and clenched
The shattered tears gather, construct, surmount
       and You arrive, anchored in endurance.
Scintillating, settled in abundance
       we walk hand in hand
       and I close my eyes to Your majesty.

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