The Deronda Review
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