Poem in a Parking Lot

21 April, 2012 Ken Poetry & Prose

{I wrote this after getting gas today, thinking about my wife and that I’m tired of not writing poetry … }

You are not my Rock
for a rock is cold, unyielding

No, you are my very Earth
support in every place I tread
bearing blessings in a regular harvest

You are not my Venus
neither blinding
nor fleeting with the pass of sunset or rise

You are my Polaris
the immovable constant
of all that is good
giving direction to my innermost life and heart

By you my feet find ground
and all wanderings are sure to return
safely home, to Hearth, to You

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