The last two pieces of oak have gone
Into the stove
& it’s too dark & icy to get more,
Inside the stove a chunk to the right
Smolders & pops
To the left about thirty seconds
Ago the other said the same
It is getting cold—a jet
High above at this moment
Is taking someone
Toward a sad occasion
We all suffer
Iris in a water carafe
Is stupidly trying to bloom
In December
On the hot stove I dropped Frankincense
This after noon
& a Holy odor
Pervades this cabin
No priests on this mountain
Wind chimes however
Announce epiphany
Unrecorded
Lovers embrace in
Immaculate numbers
All over the planet
Genetic material furthered
To be exactly what they
Are, themselves, guiltless after Christ,
Either by love or some other reason
Life brings on abundant life &
His own purpose
& like the tides, surges connection
Recedes, then surges again.
Poems & Stories by James Ross Kelly-- 
Love this one Jim…posted it on my FB page to mark the end of winter here and also to add some hope to this small corner of the universe this almost equinox morning. Thanks for all the poetry…your wise observations and cyclical truth telling are much needed and appreciated.
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Thanks Diana, thanks for the link too. Blessings and abundance on you and yours.
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