five months

Pane

You see tan lines from

the window pane

You hold above the valleys and crags

Wrinkled skin worn down

Darkened melanin

Burned out by ultraviolets

Protecting

What remains;

A thin line

Not touched by Hades fire

Preserved by the riches of the earth

That you’ve held firm and loose

But still

Held in your hand an artifact from the ages before 

Stars fell from heaven

And angels had free will

Your heart, touched by

Our ancestor’s wild claims about the nature of life and being blessed

And about our Lord and Savior:

Success

That twisted, magnifying, window

Pain

Released

Is the bittersweet symphony of freedom

Forgiveness it’s conductor

And God it’s composer

I see sand in your hair

Colored by grains of holy promises made to Abraham

Crystalline indications more

Numerous then galaxies and supernovas

That fill our night sky with 

Photons traveling two hundred thousand miles in just

heartbeats

Like the promises that cling to my skin

Your name is a prize long struggled for

A lamp light hidden that I shan’t believe burned still

Your name is

Sand heated and breathed to life by the Holy Ghost

Tempered by a heavenly host

perfect glass stained by the blood of Calvary

Souls held entwined in an unshakable hand