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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
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| Melissa Lemay |
Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her children, cats, and 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.
