Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Monday, 28 July 2014

Part VI

The sun smiles on your shoulders;
Eager the sand captures your passing.

You are the moon's favorite -
He sends down a path for you;
The waters gently clasp your feet.

Gentle and fearsome,
Full of untold story,
Release your waiting light -
Speak yourself to my life.

Friday, 18 July 2014

5.18.14

The smells of earth, air, and water combine -

     Here comes the rain.

Here it arpeggio-drops
          along my path.
The first few drips, I see them,
          but blink
     As they tap my face, surprise me.
Their mother-cloud sails
          far above me as
These raindrops multiply,
          and   divide   the   sky -
They are static
Beautifully interrupting my space.
Liquid crystals shattering
          upon reaching air's boundaries.
Their multi-layered music compels
          my breath to slow,
          my heart to rest.
And now I'll soak in it,
And soak it all in.

Tekton - 11.20,21.13

You move                  You build

You carve                  You breathe

You choose these cold stones,
Sweat and groan as You bear them,
Dream of what You will make them.

Your Word, Your Heart, Your Hand the tool -
Dress naked stone through unparalleled vision,
Unhurried in holy process,
For in Your Presence is naught constrained by time.