Chambers

 

 

Among the edifices of acumen’s golden architecture

with their vast amounts in metaphysical mortar

and the starburst stones in ancient sagacity,

we seek to find the frail feathers of serenity

amid the glow of promised illumination.

 

To discover within them the answers they shine

in a sunrise for our delicate inner dove,

enabling us to know that wind of calm

while in the midst of feeling so overwhelmed

by all that dwells beyond our perched security.

 

Ever looking for the portal of belief

where we can chamber our insecurities,

granting us peace from the perception of being defenseless

against the elements in life

that loom in lingering hostility.

 

Resting from those deeper doubts,

awaiting the eagle to be reborn

from our frail frame of faith,

so we can rise above our fears

free from the cage we excused as a schoolhouse.