Harmony Poem by bradley blue jay phipps

music appears on the tongue like petals released
to the bridal path. a prayer is a marriage in
the ether of, I AM, and the grapples of ecstasy,
despair and those found in the `tween.

You know the transmission of the heart`s dilemma.
the good and the wrong even before the sliver of
light embraces...

it is only a crack which fills Your presence into
my aim. my intended. my failure. my resolve. my
failure.

acceptance acquired by taste. subtle. slow...

give me away in marriage. breathe with me in
childbirth. raise high the buttress wall of home
and throw the glory of dirt upon my coffin for
Your gardens, yet, to come.