by Becky Parker

You light the darkest path 
to find You with strobes of stars,
whisper words on the rustling leaves 
to nudge my head upward to view
bread crumbs trailing from Heaven
to my heart’s door.

You color my deepest sorrow
with scented ribbons of joy, 
paint a sunset for my renewal,
and drench my empty cup
with beautifully aged wine
to heal my infirmities.

You make Your dwelling place
in this fragile temple
with its crushed stained glass,
leaky roof and shaky foundation,
destined for cosmic dust....

I am eternally grateful.

Becky Parker resides in Tennessee. Her works have been published in several publications including, Spirit Fire Review, Agape Review, Sweety Cat Press, Yellow Mama, Appalachia Bare, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and others.