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 could be held in my heart, but never be claimed.
Stepped up beside her and offered my name.
Had time to share, did she want to do the same?
With a ballerina’s turn, she stepped into my eyes,
And reached out her hand.
You can follow if you like, she said, follow if you can.
She was self-assured as I was unsteady.
Asking me, gently, Are you sure you’re ready
To release your mind, leave fears far behind,
And all your worries?
Then join me now on a beautiful journey.
Without further explanation, she ran off with a start.
The storm soon eased, dark clouds drifted apart.
Calling out to me, she said, I’m searching for something,
Looking for someone.
And when they appear, we’ll find Jesus In The Sun.
Butterflies flitting on an open flower.
Rainbow mist after a summer’s shower.
Newborn sleeping at her mother’s cheek.
Midnight moon alights a mountain's peak.
A kiss before dying, goodbye whispered.
Raptured lovers, desires untethered.
Silver sparkles on an infinite ocean.
Written words of lost emotions.
I see Jesus In The Sun.
I feel Jesus In The Sun.
Beauty is Jesus In The Sun.
2018 Alfred C. Martino