A High Canopy Poem by Tsani Jones

The time of recovery is upon us.
We harvest,
Beat new wheat from the chaff
And set the fields ablaze.

Love has lain fallow
But only for a time-
A new season will arrive
And we shall greet her.

Sowing in dried tears,
Deep in the manure of existence
Green shoots will arise
And lift their hands above...

Lift young arms to love,
Embrace that which is best
Cling to that which is pure,
Have blind faith in that which is right.

I will wear white.
I will bow and beg.
I shall be judged on my love
For my heart has etched these names

In that distant place.

That light flies swiftly,
Borne aloft by feet
never to mar earthly soil,
Set on a course of destiny.

Four wings
On four beings
For the highest union,
A joining of the Queen.

Breath is bated...
Hearts that trembled
Are now sure
The outcome has long been decreed.

From her humble hidden surroundings
She will rise to claim her love
Ascend to that place higher than the angels
And the King shall join her.

I will remove the veil of time and space
And gaze yet again into those eternal eyes.
Our earth to find this new beginning
As past fires die to the cycle

Beneath the single Canopy.