Thursday, February 22, 2024

Nocturnal Fire

The empty canvas, 
     gray and waiting,
        then, the stilling Wind,
           the waning Gibbous, 
             a stand of tall trees, 
the unseen, now seen.

Empty now filled
      by strokes of soft light
         throwing dark shadows,
           revealing in the night
             the glory and wonder,
the Master's Hand.

No longer empty,
      a nocturnal fire,
        ablaze with heaven,
          gray canvas glowing
            but only for souls
with insomnia.

           

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