WHEN .....

When. Tell me when... 

 In wisps of mango and stellar blue. 

When will summer breathe again?

When  rains lash down, will  Jays hunt  again. Brilliant in their blue leisure suits , like used car salesmen, flashing against  languorous  trees.

                                                     

 Floating petals in the wind. When will they dream? Do they long for sleep like the trees?

                                                  

Fatigued with their lot in life. Leaves lament . In  swirling puddles.

When? When will they rest?  No fanfare. No cheers. Just quiet softness till called again.

Only the Jays. Selling cars in the cool evenings. Loud and long. They do not sleep.        

 They fly. 

                          Emissary ...........

When will He call  .......

Will we long for dreams.  

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When we breathe  His name. In the hush. In  last light.

When. Tell me when... 

 

                                               In wisps of mango and stellar blue. 

                                               Over the rush of blue wings.

When our hearts  linger, and long for...to sleep no more.

Tell me. When will summer breathe again?

 "In one hand he holds deep caves and caverns. In the other hand grasps the high mountains...."-Psalm 95:4

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