Within These Eyes (For Colton – Who is a gift from God)

Within these eyes

So blue, so bright
Floating in the stillness
Of God, out of which
All the heavens of creation
Are reflected.

Within these eyes
Is a light, which is exactly
Like the light of God.
A single white point
Pointing to the oneness
Of all creation.

It is a light
Like the Star of Bethlehem
That leads us to the
Christ of Compassion
And the fullness of God.

It is a light of
Unlimited potential,
Of stars and constellations
Stretching
Beyond all human memory
And imagination.

That imagines heaven
Found in a single breath,
Born from the breath
Of God, when the dust
Of the earth was made into man.

That imagines heaven
To be found in a
Mothers embrace,
And a kiss, so full of love
It heals a broken world
And worlds beyond
And worlds beyond.




Ron Starbuck


Copyright 2009


Colton is my great nephew, the young son of my niece Jenny and her husband David.

Here is a picture of Colton and his mother together.

poets without punctuation

 

there are some camps who believe that poetry is

best with proper punctuation

while others choke at the thought

saying that it stifles

creativity in all good forms

 

i love writing poetry whenever

punctuation is optional

although i will draw the line at spelling

even though e.e. cummings never did

thank god for spell check and word processing

 

the age of computers is a wondrous age

even when I mistype

not misspell mind you

the words are changed

instantly before the eye

 

commas colons and semicolons

question marks and periods

whichever comes first or last

simply doesn’t matter

to some poets

 

poets instinctively

know how to read

between the lines

and fill in their

own punctuations

 

although i will freely admit

that for journalists

novelist and essayists all

poor or exceptional writers

punctuation is a must  

 

perhaps it is because poetry

is meant to be

read out loud

in public places

loudly or softly

 

we write not so much to

break the silence

or the stillness

but so you might stop

to enjoy a word or two

between each silent breath

 

prayer is like that you know

which is why each poem

spoken or read out loud

is very very much

exactly like a prayer

 

 

Ron Starbuck

Copyright 2009