How many words would it take
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?
reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard
those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams
the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are freed.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190818.