A trinity of sparrows came to me
while I was sitting beneath an oak tree
at a weathered picnic table in the park,
a placid place where I am able
to seek the words that would express
my soul’s deep longing for the caress
of God’s own hand upon its face—
the touch of truth, the feel of grace
loosed in me in bountiful ways.
The perfect moment, time and space
as if to wait for beauty and truth to be
the words to be born—
the meanings bud, the sounds form
their dream petals deep inside.
The way the yolk within the egg resides,
a golden sun that silently hides
‘til it clothes itself in the promise of
feathers, in the purpose of song.
Then breaks free from the shell
to enter the world where it belongs,
for a time to fly, for a time to sing,
like these tiny sparrows so close to me.
I could almost touch; I could almost reach
the truth in their sweet song.
Though I live to write these words on these lines,
they cannot give me life.
They are just a way of holding on to an idea of who
How I number myself among the multitude of leaves
on the trees, or stars in the sky, or waves in the sea.
Who am I?
Who am I?
How can I be of any significance amidst all I see
of beauty, of beauty’s truth surrounding me
in this world.
P.C. Scheponik has published four collections of poems: Psalms to Padre Pio (National Centre for Padre Pio, INC), A Storm by Any Other Name and Songs the Sea has Sung in Me (PS Books, a division of Philadelphia Stories), and And the Sun Still Dared to Shine (Mazo Publishers). His work has also appeared in a number of smaller journals. Most recently he has been published in All the Sins Literary Journal and Adelaide Literary Magazine (Number 7 Volume II June 2017). As well, he was a finalist and winner in Adelaide Literary Magazine Awards 2017 and will be published in the Adelaide Literary Magazine Awards Anthology for 2017.
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