Patricia Sanders

Risen From the Ashes

Risen From the Ashes

Desecrating the sacred ground

The holy site

Of benevolence

And

Purity

The land of my soul

Your face

A stone

My heart

A rose

Risen from the ashes

A phoenix in the light

I walked away

To discover

The beauty of love’s

Graceful hands

© Copyright 2007 Patricia Sanders. All rights reserved.

Transformation

In the distant alley

I saw them

Speaking of their sacred containers

I rushed to their side

To feel their presence

They laughed

And my shadow

Became their skin

They took my hands

Into a circle

We stood there

Until light

Became a spiral reaching

Upwards into heaven

I caught a glimpse

Of the Earth below

It had turned

Into the shape

Of a heart

I knew

Somewhere

Inside of me

That this is

All that matters

Bowl of Fruit

Bowl of Fruit

Your face
Turns dark
A shadow on the wall
Hides from view

I miss the sight
Of love
The scent of morning dew

Dust fills the room
Paintings hang
Upside down
Fruit sits quietly
In a bowl
Waiting...

To be eaten

© Copyright 2007 Patricia Sanders. All rights reserved.

Counting Sparks

Counting Sparks

Clocks stuck

Unwrapping second thoughts

Of their usage

Sounding much like grace

And time unwoven

I spent thrifty hours

Counting sparks

Off the flames

That played upon

Your heart

Awaken the Bluebird

Awaken the Bluebird

When noon struck

I went away

In search of myself

All the birds could say

Was silence

Deepens clocks

In their disarray

Widened eyes

Awaken the bluebird

As the leaves

Beneathe my shoes

Waiver

In their

Restlessness

Why does the sun

Salute me?

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Holy Temple