Wednesday, March 16, 2011

In quiet moments

Statue guardian, custodian of life, 
where do you go in your quiet moments ?
Do you consider your creator
as you survey the creation
which grows and changes
under your care ?
On a Sunday do you croak a hymn,
as dusk falls do you speak to a god ?
Do you have rules,
do you have sins,
do you contemplate tomorrows ?
Is your soul the hundred spawn
gathered jewels beneath your gaze ?
Come tomorrow I will ask again
for you do not tell -
but ask me, deep inside,
where I go in quiet moments.

1 comment:

Jan Christiansen said...

I love frogs and I love this word sculpture, Keith. Enjoyed visiting your blog.