eternal students by Melissa Lemay

 

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Image | Robert Gruszecki

eternal students

Many things are

sayable, not many need

be said. ‘I love you’

 

lingers between

cracks in pavement,

dirty rainwater,

 

fear of what if —

rejection, separation

, avoidance, loss,

 

fallen petals from

red, red roses. Halos

of light break over

 

the precipice of

God’s molding hands —

always molding,

 

making, in motion

for tomorrow. Glimpses

of future blink

 

between cloud-wisps,

held ever so gently,

awaiting moments

 

for release. God

traces fingers over

creation — he

 

comforts children of

war holding guns, no

matter motive,

 

reason, he holds

them in his hands where

there is space

 

, takes them

lightyears away inside

voices of angels and

 

Heavenly beings

strumming corners of

universe soft-like.

 

The plume of his pen

remains hidden for us,

eternal students,

 

searching, searching.

© Melissa Lemay

Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her three children, four cats, and a dog. She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, ”Ephemeral”, was chosen as “Poetic Publication of the Year” for 2023 at Spillwords Press; she was “Author of the Month” for July 2024; and “Author of the Year” for 2024. Find her at melissalemay.wordpress, collaborature.blogspot, and at dVerse Poets Pub. 

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