The Oeuvre
She is a cathedral. My masterwork
That I’ve spent 30 and 2 carving Stone by stone Brick by brick
Flying buttresses Bring stunned awe And glistening eyes. Sturdy foundation built Upon the Cornerstone.
Stained glass That sparkles And colors my Day rose, turquoise, vermillion. Though not usually very early.
Her mighty halls Resound the chorus And make it holier Than imagination and Loudly lifted up to our lord.
She is warm and welcoming Hospitable to all, embracing Them with a warm affectionate Embrace and a whisper That they too are as esteemed as she.
All my resources And all my love All of my life Have gone to this Oeuvre of my soul.
And yet, Here I sit, Mesmerized By A flower.
2024-09-16 18:48:19