By Tom Reilly
Blue sky, empty slate
Serene and celestial—
God’s breath surrounds me
As wind chimes play in the tree
And His choir sings morning prayers.
I’m at peace for now
Yielding to this solitude
Feeling my heart beat
Breathing in steady rhythm
Mindful of all these blessings.
Open, inviting
Drawing me up and beyond
It speaks, “Write on me;
Unleash bold but dormant dreams;
I’m a playground for your mind.”
You compel me with
Endless possibilities.
Restless, my bones itch
The blood races through my veins
My reach seems too short for this.
Imagination
Unbridled, wispy and wild
Spending all that’s left
And I, with so many dreams
Tethered by so little time.
Tom Reilly is the author of Hope in The Shadows of War
Tom, your poetry is consistently visual and moving. It is an unexpected gift when shared, that I greatly appreciate. Thank you for this post.
Thanks, Regina. Always fun to share.