Ode to Tai

Poem of hope

A Holy Spirit hears your pen
He ,she, it, may even help
You, your pen ,spread the ink of screens,
For nails and a lance ,thorns,
Moved my RV yesterday,
Water from the roof,old stale yellow,
Poured, like passion of Christ's bladder, Lanced soiling
My shoes,socks,to the souls of you
And my feet.
Crimson Stains Many,
May we have the grace to rest and share our souls
Amen.

Author's Note

Tai, is old ,a soul invaded ,a child so, full of life to share.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the line:
crimsion stains many.

[frivolous treasures]

Such a beautiful tribute. This was simply well penned, and indeed, portrayed hope nicely. Maika'i no, very nice job.

[lee von cleef]

Fare the well, till we meet again

[MOON]

Great tribute to old soul Tai. Lovely write.

[Tai Ryens]

I thank you kindly for having spared a moment of your life to write this for me. I really adore the many references made in this poem.