Jesus In The Sun
Spied a wayward woman with a crooked, quirky smile.
Singing to herself and spinning dancing all the while.
Knew right away as she swayed through the fair,
Drenched from a passing rain,
She might be held in my heart, but never be claimed.
Stepped up alongside her and offered my name.
Had time to share, did she want to do the same?
With a ballerina’s turn, she looked into my eyes,
And reached out a hand.
You can follow if you like, she said, follow if you can.
She gave me a look that left my legs unsteady,
Asking me, gently, Are you sure you’re ready,
To release your mind, leave your fears far behind,
And all your worries?
Then join me now on my beautiful journey.
Without waiting for an answer, she ran off with a start.
The downpour eased, dark clouds drifted apart.
Calling to me, she said, I’m searching for something,
Looking for someone.
And when they appear, we’ll find Jesus In The Sun.
Butterflies flutter on an open flower.
Rainbow mist after an August shower.
Newborn sleeps at her mother’s cheek.
Midnight moon alights a mountain peak.
A kiss before dying, goodbye whispered.
Raptured lovers, desires untethered.
Silver sparkles on an infinite ocean.
Written words of lost emotions.
I stood all alone in the middle of the still crowded fair.
And watched the dazed faces of everyone everywhere.
As they marched through the haze of revelation.
Feeling Jesus In The Sun.
Seeing Jesus In the Sun; Beauty is Jesus In The Sun.
2018 Alfred C. Martino
Spied a wayward woman with a crooked, quirky smile.
Singing to herself and spinning dancing all the while.
Knew right away as she swayed through the fair,
Drenched from a passing rain,
She might be held in my heart, but never be claimed.
Stepped up alongside her and offered my name.
Had time to share, did she want to do the same?
With a ballerina’s turn, she looked into my eyes,
And reached out a hand.
You can follow if you like, she said, follow if you can.
She gave me a look that left my legs unsteady,
Asking me, gently, Are you sure you’re ready,
To release your mind, leave your fears far behind,
And all your worries?
Then join me now on my beautiful journey.
Without waiting for an answer, she ran off with a start.
The downpour eased, dark clouds drifted apart.
Calling to me, she said, I’m searching for something,
Looking for someone.
And when they appear, we’ll find Jesus In The Sun.
Butterflies flutter on an open flower.
Rainbow mist after an August shower.
Newborn sleeps at her mother’s cheek.
Midnight moon alights a mountain peak.
A kiss before dying, goodbye whispered.
Raptured lovers, desires untethered.
Silver sparkles on an infinite ocean.
Written words of lost emotions.
I stood all alone in the middle of the still crowded fair.
And watched the dazed faces of everyone everywhere.
As they marched through the haze of revelation.
Feeling Jesus In The Sun.
Seeing Jesus In the Sun; Beauty is Jesus In The Sun.
2018 Alfred C. Martino
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