God Opened His Hands
God opened his hands
scattering grains of sand
through outstretched fingers
laying the foundation
for the dancing waves
of the cerulean sea.
Foaming his love
in laps of passion
into the arms
of the waiting shore.
Sparkling radiant light
illuminates ocean vistas
stretching to the unknown.
A new beginning dawns
awakening the morning
washing the tarnish
off our drowsy bodies
replenishing and repairing
turmoils of the past.
Of this, we can be sure:
The sun arises
as did the Son
peeking over horizon
holding arms open
welcoming daybreak.
Soft hazy pigments
inviting us back
from the darkened night.
In the evening
the sun clothes its aura,
resplendent in its
coat of many colors,
kisses us goodnight
is tucked into dreams
safe in midnight pigment
illuminated by myriad stars.
Cleft of His Chin
My eyes climb the cleft of his chin
with the hand carved dimple within
tripping on its rise and falling for him.
I want to savor the deep hollow
clench it to my crimson velvet heart
withstanding particles of frozen time
before the thaw overtakes him
and melts the craggy dented face.
His chin cranny mirrors my soul
beckons with honeyed perforation
reflects the yearning feeling embracing
as the crazy wind whispers its sighs.
My passion flies his azure skies
and crawls into his dimple
pocketed from harbingers outside
absorbed into safety of his psyche
immersed in pulse of his heartbeat.
