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Between these Lines
by Glenn CurrierWhen last I crossed these lines
tumbling one upon another
in regular rhythmic tracks
leading my crooked impulse
to the vestibules of your heart,
I was lost
tumbling dark corridors
obstacled and manacled
tunnels of my insane devices.
How is it that between these lines
I stuff myself
puffy with profusion of grain
from my pretentious gain?
I am fat with flesh
wrought from fear
wide-eyed and blind
midst my misty mind.
I clatter along these tracks
at the break of my nights
sometimes waking
to snow freshly fallen
from the brightness
and dripping largess
of your incredible love.
Confined within these lines
I find brilliant particles of faith
fit for my porous mind.
Unerringly they dance
across my crusty surface
into the craggy void
and fill
a needy
grateful
soul. 02/13/2010 Posted on 02/13/2010
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/13/10 at 07:20 PM Great write Glenn and I guess that is what we are all looking for out there some where. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/14/10 at 10:10 AM I like this one a lot Glenn! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/10 at 12:06 AM I see this as a poem of reflection on those moments when God's infinite love breaks into our consciousness in glorious awareness or comprehension. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/18/10 at 02:51 PM ...yeah, glenn, Quentin nailed my thoughts/feelings also, that and knowing you i know how expansive your love is...i felt this poem. |
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