Blink into worlds

There’s a resonance within.
These bones that call.
Out to the nothing, across god’s table.
The banquet to the stars.
Which hearken us home.
Though it’s hard to try against a world of darkness.
One that creeps in with the rain.
It calls to me daily.
Blinking out of my mind’s eye.
Stuttering psalms and pearls from my mouth.
Dropping all mortality.
Reminding me that I am divine.

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21/09/202217/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: bones, god, spaceTags: begin, black, bones, darkness, divine, ending, expanse, eye, future, galaxy, god, minds eye, poem, Poetry, space, stars 4 Comments