The Way
written by: Leanne Howard Kenney
@neeneebucket
everything, you are not meant to see
but a path clearly, in actuality
to insure you keep injury free
Along which you are walking so carefully
your halos rise from a porch light
producing such an ambient light
stay glory white, stay straight
If they but follow those known as a prelate
not an emptiness but a void
their halos disappeared and destroyed
wander off in the darkness thee
Serve two masters, it cannot be
Elohim, if the desire is to return unto thee
there cannot be any wannabes, any hyperbole
the lighthouse, keep searching for its beacon
Never, never will the keeper let in weaken
the light kept alive and in sight,
like a child’s porch light,
as a living alder
There you always find safe harbor
—30—
- Another’s Eyes - February 11, 2021
- Ignominy, My - May 12, 2020
- Desideration - May 28, 2018
