For one another

leverage of light

God used a decent finger to scribble
the end of this—
this word, swallowed by this bard–
this scrip, abide in a minor scale yet big
in a psalm chanted by the seraphim
from this page, with shy innuendos—
God’s light.
this house that torches the scales of the devil
using the ash of the lord.
this line is no glut for the enflicka(girl)
a muse bemused in a Rubik’s cube of life.
in an order of thrift, the wind blows her thoughts on a cliff
of family, of a course of sprinkled tongues on edges of the fire.
I for one, a pat on my head
a chief‘s music wears a cap and a cape.
Keep being a light
keep following the Lord’s light.

Ruddapoet