643 Shinning Through 12-10-16 (go to 580 for word search)

The stone on which I sit
is as porous as a fishing net,
the spaces between its atoms
as wide as the universe surrounding
a meager sprinkle of stars.

As is a week.


a thin split in the six day granite wall
where glory glows through to bathe humanity
in a hint of eternity,
leaving a longing
and a sweet taste of divinity
on the tongue.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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