Jeffrey McClure
In fruitful lands afar you frolic faithfully free,
crawling carefully, captivating, God’s bliss.
Bound to dirt you kick yourself loose,
from earthly chains, from judgement.
Upon silk you lay, dressed to comfort,
as mosquitos fly and flitter freely.
Grassy fields afar consuming all sight
A brief breeze of serenity,
flows through your dark hair.
A vast vivacious valley vacating all sorrow,
you lay lightly in bountiful bliss.
On a hill afar, an old distant dwelling,
catches your memory’s gaze.
Lavish love consumes your heart,
as you peer into the heavens above.
A blue sky illuminates the Autumn grass.
Still you lay, ever so freely.