Depth Of Creation Poem by Eva Mae Witt

Sometimes I feel I have no words, I can't deny
as you scrape the words from the sun way up in the sky
Autumn breezes do cast a nest of leaves around my house

For the fruition of the tiger lily holds a colorful inlet
Of dangerous beauty among our fields so freely
Can this grand stall our of bountiful world stand at ease?

As if it were in jail all caged up with nowhere to go
If it will not have any light in like an old wicker lamp
all enclosed like a pearl in a clam while

It is entombed like an iron maiden
and set on fire like a magnet drawn on to full closure
In the depth of creation so just let it be, just let it be.