Telescope

I am one, one whole person, alone.

I wear purple and follow the King.

All my allegiance is His, and my service.

My love is one, one whole person, by himself.

He is complete, and completely perfect,

A son of God, he follows the King.

The King of all things knew all my heart,

And read the thoughts of my beloved.

He combined our paths into one,

From what is good, He made something greater.

With one lens, words become clear on a page;

With two, the heavens open to the humble.

Thus, separated, we saw clearly

But joined now, the stars are in view.

The Proud

In every proud, unbent spirit

There is a will to war.

The deafened ones admit no merit

In the commands of the humble.

Mocking, they deny defeat

When they are beaten,

And as they willingly repeat

Punishment, still they do not heed it.

These creatures grow ever more monstrous.

They crush the weak in the way,

Rolling over us and through us,

Settling black eyes on all they cannot overpower.

And yet, at last, their reign will end,

Though they are proud as Satan.

Stronger than iron, the spirit bends,

In the hands of its Creator.

Foggy Morning

A plain water drop
Hangs from a bough, where the sun
Makes it glorious.