A Sunday Verse

Hi all,

Hope you all had a wonderful Sunday. I am inspired today by a pair of verses in Psalm 104:

Who cover Yourself with light as with a garment, who stretch out the heavens like a curtain. He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters, who makes the clouds His chariot, who walks on the wings of the wind.

Woken Poet

Hi all,

I've written this freestyle poem to evoke the inner thoughts of the poet:

I woke the poet
From dreams of herself
Footprints along the edges
Of sandy metaphors
Created in hymns
Drawing her curtains back
Pressing against the brow
A thousand lovely sighs
Before she frowned
I woke the poet
From nightmares of herself
Lassoed all the loose syllables
And untamed verse
Cage less voice laying on the page
I recognized the words
When I woke the poet