A Thousand Suns (Poem 7)

 

 

The brilliance of a thousand suns reflects from all that I have done.

The hummingbirds upon a limb, the maples planted one by one.

Metal shovels dug the pond before we built our home

Blueberry patch in lower 40, whose fruit supports my roam

 

I try to touch spirits with those that I see, hoping it says that they’re second to none.

The brilliance of a thousand suns reflects from all that I have done.

A little thing that may not seem like much

But trying to help another can be sprinkling pixie dust.

 

Once I had plans for all that I did in logic that my mind had spun

And the thoughts and the details felt shot from a gun

The brilliance of a thousand suns reflects from all that I have done.

With results leaving me feeling like I’ve been stunned

 

I ponder the life that till now I’ve lived

Knowing my spirit is sometimes contrived

I search for a countenance that I hope is finespun because

The brilliance of a thousand suns reflects from all that I have done.