Blue Wrens

 

Slow peel foil lid crinkled, folded

Back, magisterial bliss:

Vital, viable, mindful fuel.

Vanilla beans dehisce

Plumes of purity; savored - full

Spoon - flavors coalescing,

Kissing taste buds: a kind of clarity:

The means: a palate’s blessing.

 

Treasured cup, the Spirit of Truth protects

So that all may relish.

Saints wait with great expectation

For you to taste, perish

Not, the purest dollop, preserved,

Served fresh, lite, slightly chilled.

Today’s fillip - your lips - My desire.

See the angels gasp, thrilled!

 

Faith, morals safeguarded: revealed

Truth! Sublime, varied depth,

Layer upon layer, new cream

Delights to take one’s breath.

To climb! A sudden shift, a broad

Shaft of sunlight illumines

Floating things; a bud ladened branch.

Plumb deep! Mere humans,

 

Unfurling perfumed rose petals,

Waif yet wafting lumens.

Skyward flight: sapient novices and

A numinous chime of blue wrens!

 

Gary Edward Geraci