Self-explanatory, I think! :)) K xx

THE NATURE OF VISION
for Jude


Sorrow I can hold – like broken glass;
its jigsaw I can piece together.

But purpose cannot be captured;
like air, it is free
whilst impregnating
everything it touches.

It’s a bobbing balloon
that throws back its head with a laugh
and blows you a kiss from its knotted lips.
And you float.

Who can contain a vision?
It has life in itself
to which the oracle,
the chosen vessel,
bears witness --
like a lamp on a stand.
The alabaster jar cannot conceal forever
its lubricating fragrance.

The picture emerges, unfurling
like an ensign of the Heavens,
drawing our gaze upwards.
It is itself invisible, until,
with sun and stars,
its elements are made light;
then we understand it as
the finely drafted blueprint
on which earth’s foundations rest.