Splendor Amidst Natures Reduction Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan

When your Lonesome Heart.
Has you ceized up.
And Locked stiLL.
Likened unto a statue.
From where the turtles.
Trampled on the prescious Heart of you,
And the pigeons done their work too.
They $[÷]! + hard across the shoulders,
And the soul of you.
Thank God for the simple things.
Like the brim on my hat.
Thats where the drops of rain
be falling at.
Don't let the dragon fly bite you
About the ear's.
Cause thats how the fear.
Gets into the Heart of you.
Shoe away the flies
That gathered.
To quench their thirst.
From the tear's in your eye's
Cause thats how fear can blind.
Nothing touch's unwelcome
Company such as these.
Brilliant Hues
of teal, and blue.
From the rays of the Sun
Are the only Love.
That reach's out to you.
The raccoons have dragged away
Bit's and piece's
Of the puzzle of me.
Perhaps i was too frail.
To have survived
This trail of tears.
Sorry to have
kept you awake all night.
Ya see this Low firelight.
Kept you from such a fright.
In the morning Light.
It's much easier.
To see the bone's of me.
Have Long since bleached.
My Mother's arm's
Locked in the embrace
Of Little ole me.
Fear can paralyze.
Ya see when the Snow was a falling on me.
The Best God's Grace, and Love.
Could do for me.
Was to break the seal.
On this jar of earthen clay.
That once was me.
Setting free.
The spirit of Thee.
My thoughts go on.
Outside I stood in solitude.
While spring breeze's
Brought the most beautiful company to me.
Butterflies, and Moths
Of sorts of colors, and size
Previously unseen by the eye's
Of me...
To sup on the mineral salt's
From our reduction
If you could only understand.
The inherrent beauty.
In God's best Laid plan's.
The Sun Shine's right thru
The frame Mother.
That once was me, and you.
Now the Morning Glory vine.
Intertwine's through and thru.
Bloom's burst open.
When the Sun shines down on
Me, and you.
Reduced unto a vapor.
Only to be seen.
When all is still.
Amidst the haze of
rising, or falling Light.
Stillness of the air.
Standing up ended
Every little hair.
Nerves of anticipation
Sending tingling waves
Of sensation.
Thru the flesh and bone
Of the Living.
That stumbled upon
The soul of me.
The seed of empathy
Is born when
The witness is seLf assured.
They too have a souL.
Illuminted Wisdom
Is the rebounding blossom.
The fLower that Survives
Many VVinters.
Never evading discovery.
In the right and proper Light.
Of the evening star.