"Far From Delivered"

"Far From Delivered"
~L. Page

It's a quiet moment, but it runs away and screams when you get too close
It's a sunshine sky, but the snow's about to obscure the smile of the clouds

It's a broken swarm, but it's still thick and able to choke with the stench of death
It's a verdant spring, but the promised birth has no lasting blooms

It's a conversant library, but the words are meaningless and the sentences incomplete
It's a smarmy grin, but its height cannot match the lack of its breadth

It's a twigh-lit pond, but the cattails and reeds have sunk the silver sunset
It's a satin secret, but the waves of destruction have washed away the shoreline
It's a jealous lover, but his arms are full with another man's family

It's a rended veil, but ignorance keeps the feet from stepping into the depths
It's an unsung song, but only for him who has ears to hear
It's a spent salvation, and we are far from delivered.

(c) 2005 Leah Randelle