Light, Love, Life

The word weaving of Scott Thomas Outlar

17numa

Something Shifting in the Sky
 
Another poet with a bled and broken heart –
oh, gag me with both of your silver spoons
 
Another poet with a jealous ego –
hell, I thought art was designed to be more creative by half
 
Another poet with a grudge to grind –
here, let me kiss first your chip and then your shoulder
 
I have yet to see it all
(and surely never will)
but I have seen enough
 
to start singing thrice
on every Sunday
about the trinity
of God, glory
and holy grace
 
without fear
of any repercussion
 
because the light and love offered by life
is not a theory of guilt
I would weep for
or ever wear
as a millstone
instead of this
smile.
The Visions of Verse event this weekend was an absolute joy. It was good to see Cliff…

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