I Need a Word to Last Throughout the Years

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Who saves a summer saint too often burned
When sermons yellow like the leaves of fall?
My mind dismisses everything I learned;
When winter comes my faith forgets it all.
I need a word to last throughout the years;
Three months are not enough to savor spring,
And blossoming flowers are sure to wane.
My plummeting desires are now fears;
Like falling suns they mangle white doves’ wings
And char the angels’ mouths so they don’t sing.
There is no song to loiter in my veins.

 

Shawn R. Jones

reprinted from Womb Rain (Finishing Line Press)

Available at http://www.amazon.com/Womb-Rain-New-Womens-Voices/dp/1599242699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1335163489&sr=8-1

 

 

5 Responses

  1. KAREN COY says:

    Your poetry is like tapestry, it’s beautiful and artistic!

  2. vivian says:

    I remember and it seems like yesterday…wow!
    You are awesome!

  3. shawnrjones says:

    Thank you, Vivian. I am so happy you remember why I was inspired to write this piece. : ) God is awesome!

  4. Baleeia says:

    Very artistic, I had to take a moment to meditate on it.

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