A Brief Encounter With God

By Ken Woodley

There is a flower

from your garden

that blooms

beneath my scars

and carries the whispered song

of sunrise

across the distant place

where I saw your glance

upon the surface

of a stream

as you touched

the petals you had given me

and the light began to sing

in the ripples

of your wake.

By Ken Woodley


There is a flower
from your garden
that blooms
beneath my scars
and carries the whispered song
of sunrise
across the distant place
where I saw your glance
upon the surface
of a stream
as you touched
the petals you had given me
and the light began to sing
in the ripples
of your wake.