Errant Blue

Errant Blue

Grasp that glimmer of
errant blue light,
Eons old, a child’s vision,
fully capable of flight.
Take it in.
Place it on the open horizon
where it belongs in full view,
wings and heart,
In the palm of your hand
Pantocrator.
Offer it as alms
Let its’ glow
surface
from hidden chambers,
old, still, eternal,
A pure blue and warm.

A warmth of blue familiar to
Ones mind’s eye,
Familiar, never cold.
Silent music
Pantocrator, that is
A healing balm.

#poem #poetry #micropoetry

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