Shattered Poem by Alan Paul Stevens

I waited for your call
From the edge of recollection
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation.

High over my thoughts
Nothing but my imagination
Blown petals that shine
Shards of bright illumination.

You promised
An answer
A fish not a serpent
Bread instead of a stone
Good things if we ask
Good gifts to your children.

I turn my face towards the wind
Into the warm reflection
Forget the touch of the sun
Empty with hopeless rejection.

I waited for your answer
Deep in the castle of anticipation
But you had already provided
Grace within shattered fragmentation.