across such blazenly interrupted sky
the taste of molten honey streams
in it
almost opposed
one desolate brave windless tree
stands
amongst the shock
a pillar of faith
beholding
the too many grains of the
faithless
(the sand)
the sun's hope streaks across this same
still view's sphere
through clouds of depth less blanketing
man so like this lone tree
tries too himself
to stand proud
a testament of God's great love
thankful are we
that he too (God!) sees
passed our helpless circumstance
and hindering human faults
to see beyond what is clear
into that of which is supremely
hidden
just like that of the hidden soul!........
(Jan.28, 2000 5am)