Invisible Things

Invisible Things

I heard you whisper
under icy portraits of winter painting,
your hand quietly slipping
crystal beauty, like sleeves,
on bare crimson branches.

A cameo caught in
one splendid drop,
solidly sipping on frozen time
--a millennium in moments
telling the story of
your deepest glory
handed down to your
breath-filled vapors.

I heard you, as I
sought blissful treasures
of the witness in creation;
invisible weavings of
your letters captured in
transparent molding
--a solid fingerprint
unique and ever pointing
back to you.

Romans 1:20 “For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:”



copyright Leslie King 2008