In my spree there is path to God
11 September 2024

I set out light as a feather
lost my way through moss and heather
dark storms my heart will now weather
their stark vines crawl through me at night

There are winds blowing me outside
hollowed out my insides slow glide
I am subdued at eventide
Dawn will resurrect what I am

In my mind lurk expectations
I write silent invocations
my book opens revelations
in my spree there is path to God


Written in the context of Ronovan Writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “expectations” as inspiration. For full rules and other poems, visit this link  https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/09/11/ovi-poetry-challenge-65-expectations-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:

Law Of Thr3e – The Offering