I have seen light
That burns tears
Into the soul of man
I have imagined a globe
Illuminating dots
Connected with each other pulsing
I have caught the scent
Of an arid desert
With one wildflower in bloom
I have tasted honey
Suckled to a stem
Born of a need for more
I have touched fingerprints
Unlike my own
Yet marveled at the pattern
I have heard the voice of angels
Crying out to their maker
Let us sing forever.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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