Plucked from the jaws of Death,
You think she'd be most grateful
For His intervention: Cowardice
Challenges the stoutest of souls.
Spiral spring wound tight within,
Hair trigger set, poised on a rim,
Living a lie, wishing only release
And to know one way or another.
Finger emerges from thick cloud:
Through the blinding snowstorm
~ Proverbial Deus Ex Machina ~
Points beyond a shadow of doubt
To cold, hard fact made manifest.
Moment of grace or glitch in time,
Face to face with Truth sublime,
Bubble bursts and in rushes Life.
Teetering with light-headedness,
A fledgling's tentative first steps
Takes her to the furthest reaches
Of an incomplete understanding.
Prayers answered, flight denied,
Bird grapples with hulking pride
And clamours for what only He,
In the fullness of time, provides.
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
