Equines

To think, lo aft all
these millennia, they still
patiently await their
Savior’s return, horses, gathered
as they are at the shoreline
of His heavenly carpet,
just as they were at
the Bethlehem stable and
amongst the crowd
of flowing, colorful robes
when Jesus whispered
the Beatitudes in
His Sermon on the Mount.
There was something
special about Him.
He listened to them, and
when He spoke, even
at ease were placed the
wildest tides. And
so now they wait…At first
they thought His
Second Coming would
be imminent, but that was
before they realized
He was not bound by simple
space and time. The
sand grains gave testament
and final clues to this –
finest granite rock
they once stood, sheer
slabs of almighty might, but now
in their humbleness,
reduced to infinitesimal
specks…content, imprinted
on the bottoms of each
horse’s hooves.

Ode to a Ginkgo’s Leaves

O yellow, sometimes e’en
gold, but with a tinge of slightest green,
undulating before my gaze,
each leaf’s changing
as the sun o’er my shoulder
leans, o you, dear leaves, doth arrest
me in my tracks, because
there is something
about your countenance,
which makes me believe you once
cradled my Savior’s
Shadow as He walked past.

The Blue Pearl

(Matthew 13:44-45)

And so, from high above the
Heavens, the LORD
looked down, and in His
infinite vision He saw a
blue pearl, the type of pearl
you would sell all
your possessions to acquire,
but rather than being
buried in a field it was hidden
far away in His Cosmos,
gleaming patiently
since the dawn of Creation,
waiting for the LORD
to tell His chosen people
Israel to end their trek
from galaxy to galaxy, and up’n
the blue pearl to recline.

John 20:29

(“How Happy Are Those Who Believe Without Seeing Me!”)

And so tonight the dark
rolls over me, and my soul sighs,
and I let the effects
settle and stay upon me,
because there is
naught to do otherwise,
except to watch as
do sentinels for daybreak,^*
when God’s face over
my doubt rises.

Psalm 121:2

("My Help Comes from the Lord")

A carpet of golden
yellow, a spiritual journey sown by the
breath of the Creator’s
hand Himself, and there
I behold the faintest outlines of
a path, and ginkgo
petals beckon to cushion
the soles of my feet – and to assuage
any underlying fears and
autumnal doubts of where
I am, and where
righteousness leads.