Really missing my beautiful blogging friend today. Deborah Avila, The Girl with the Pen, from Ye Shall Know Me By My Fruits has been freed from a body that was totally incapacitated. Her poetry touched me deeply. This poem especially. She sings.
IOPEN LINK NIGHT Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Help me with my un-perceived progress
I stand still, everything around me sweeping
Like a Kansas tornado.
voices within, held down and pressed,
It scares me to hear such a composing
Of songs I alone know
I pan for gold but all I’m left with is dirt,
Years are one Day to eternity’s mathematics
And yet, You see gold today.
I must be blind by mortality’s mud and hurt
Or reality’s crush and deafening static,
All that must with time decay.
What is hidden can always be found
If the search is sincere and I keep my heart,
If the mists are under my feet
The treasure is on sacred, holy ground
Along the stream of light that favors a lark
At sun’s turned up face in peace.
It’s all so momentary! A second estate.
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