As She Slumbers
The Preacher's logic
leaves me cold.
The Bible could have
been written by men
The open sky is
a shell of air.
The sea's recipe is
two of H, one of O.
Darwin convinces. He explains
quite well the rise of creatures.
I need no magician
beyond the sky.
Wind, rain, and storm,
sunrises, mountains: all the things
that others see as proof
of him do not convince.
But the feel of her feet
in the warmth of our bed.
The smell of her
as she slumbers in my arms.
Her sleeping sigh.
The feel of her breath
on my neck as she nuzzles
under the spell of dreams.
These things tell me
there is a God.
We are his gift
to both of us.
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Great Read
I wanted to say thank you. I have been reading your works and I like all of them thus far. This one really spoke to me as I feel much the same way of the one whom lies by my side. I will be checking in with you your fastly becomeing one of my favorite writers here. Im new to the site and just escapeing out of a long stint with self induced writers block but I hope to bring something to the table. Even if its only saying thanks for the inspirational feelings.
"So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors.
Alone I walk the winding way.It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger.
I'll live to die another day, until I fade away."
Thank You
I appreciate the comments.
So often we writers live in our own heads and it can be a lonely place. It is nice to know that someone gets at least some of our stuff some of the time.
I will be sure to check out your blog.
McMongrel