Symbolism Challenge Poem

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The Owls

These do
dip and glisten,
fog and sway,
pass and dwell.

Tell secrets to the saw-whet owls.
Fogs shift, stars convene, and forests listen.

These do
blue and silent,
stark and gleam,
moon and wise.

Find a place among the pines.
Summer wanes and long eared owls lament.

These do
past and prelude,
green and still,
grey and soon.

Leave the ghost owl to its logic.
Forests settle, reveal, and are renewed.

These do
cloud and bare,
new and night,
glide and know.

One Syllable Words Writing Challenge

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"I Think, Therefore I Am."

When the hills bend with trees to shape a pause, to stop the world…
When all that I know will not hold thoughts of time with out end,
vast clear seas, one small cell
or moon, or bone, or dirt,
leaves and wings and death…
When all that I can tell you is less than you can learn
from birds who fly south and north
from signs and clouds and the sun stained sky
when day first breaks …

When the ease, the cheer, the sigh,
the voice in my head,
brings peace that is not my own…
I am formed, made new
shaped and bent, pressed like clay
torn and sewn, patched like quilts
carved and hewn, like wood planed smooth
in His hands.

When these things spin in my mind…
When the hushed wind that moves crowned peaks bends to speak…
When the child is born,
and the rocks cry out,
and I see who He makes me…
When I reach that place,
I know
He is
I AM.

The Feast of Crumbs

Hers is the voice
that cries out. She is
the dog at the children’s table.
She seeks. She finds.

She knocks and the door
is opened. The Bridegroom
welcomes her. He spreads the table,
anoints her head,

and pours out blessings. He saves
the crumbs for her.
He says, Partake
in remembrance of Me.

Feast upon the bread that was broken.
Partake of the crumbs, liberally spread,
she gathers seven baskets,
twelve baskets full.

Bread crumbs
scattered as a miracle,
as a sacrament.

The Children's Supper

I want to tell of feasts of bounty
the wedding at Canna
the table in the presence of mine enemies
the finer points of pre-medieval religious banquets

and I am left with crumbs
crumbs from His table like a dog
crumbs of a life liberally scattered
and spread like a feast