SPORT

He is out today.

Every bird is singing his name

every tendril towards him yearns,

each drop of morning dew

reflects the ocean of his grandeur.



The curtain of blue has lifted

to reveal a glory of Sun resplendent.

Sometimes behind a gloomy cloud

He hides in mischief sulking.

But having glimpsed in undergrowth

the hem of his robe,

I know that he is somewhere about

and enjoying the play.



Look who just flew into the room

in food-moth form!

searching for a flame

in which to be consumed.



Sometimes you wrap

Yourself in a cloak of pain

to chisel away at my basalt rock

an image of thy Name

and other days you send

a Cup of nectar

for my honeybee soul to humbly sip.

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