A NEW LIGHT, LIKE FLOWERS                                                

 

In my new garden, crickets sing for souls

Hungering terribly at the uncertain time

That promises, but is not, day or night;

By the bronze well prayers dug, with water cold

For thirsting seasons, and souls starved for rhyme,

The King invites our carnival delights

To enter with the Queen: conjoined sublime.

 

Thus rising from the root of protocol,

Commanded by One Who knows us here below,

We sung of wisdom a new light, like flowers unfold.

 

                                                                                       – Eugene Narrett