Insight

I had this idea on the divine creator and his plan, and I put my own spin on what blessed trinity might be like.

It seems out of tune

To hear the same old beat

Of an endless rhyme

Or enigma

Wanting to hear itself all over again

At times headaches create insight

Others are delved from passion

This time around it has no meaning

As if a flower bloomed without leaves

The sun never came along to allow it to grow

So it withered without a moment’s notice

And in the rain the roots became sharp

Cutting through entangled soil

And something grew inside the stem

Which gathered energy from nowhere

Bleeding out the moon from its petals

And somewhere in time

Sprouted arrays of seeds

That sprinkled across the fields

Which allowed others to meddle

Some lilies, daffodils, roses, lilacs

They all had places in the harvest

And then the age came

When they did not die

But bloomed flawlessly in bright-silken rays

They all became one grain

One voice

One utterance

Yet division created unity

And no one despaired

Cause the buds opened

Looking to its maker

The man who gave them water

The sky which gave its ether

The glow that gave its power