morning…
What if I died in my sleep and I’ve
been raised to an afterlife exactly
like my formerlife except for one
thing, a glint of vernal in my eyes
so they no longer appear brown
but green with everlastingness?
Chances are today most would
take me for yesterday’s man.
But there might be one, maybe
a middle child or possibly a birder,
to take notice of the delicacy in my
gaze accented by resurrected steps
no longer questioning, no longer
evading but taken with arrogant
benevolence, moving gradually on
a firm stage, resonant with metaphor.
I’m pondering “arrogant benevolence”…. I really enjoy your work. Thanks.
Tim, thanks for stopping by…
John – Just stopping by to soak in the sublime – your poetry does that for me. You turn phrases so beautifully – like “green with everlastingness” and “accented by resurrection steps.” I love that. I was also catching up a bit on the last couple of weeks of poetry. You’ve been cranking it out! I really, really loved the poem about the twin beds, and the twin laughter. My best!
Nice to hear from you, Charity…I’m grateful the words allow for some soaking.
Grace to you as well!
That is one haunting poem you have there. Sometimes that’s what it feels like in real life, you can feel the change humming beneath your skin, but the change is so subtle that it goes unseen. Except by that middle child or birder. “Resonant with metaphor.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard a phrase so powerful.
Thank you for your comment, Lizzie…there’s a little bit of Updike in that phrase.
A wonderful take on new life in Christ. May we wake up everyday to the afterlife, and may it be seen in more than our eyes.
Thanks for stopping in, Steve…