Why Would I Pray?
A cardinal, watching
from an oak without
judgement for who I am.
Waves that gather sunlight,
even as they relinquish it,
lapping at the shore.
Brushstrokes in the night sky,
stars calling to us
with ancient mysteries.
The secret of transformation,
an elusive quality held
within a monarch-to-be.
The celebration of life
in the color of maple
leaves, even as they die.
Ken Gierke started writing poetry in his forties, but found new focus when he retired. It also gave him new perspectives, which come out in his poetry, primarily free verse and haiku. He has been published at The Ekphrastic Review, Vita Brevis, Tuck Magazine and Eunoia Review. His website: https://rivrvlogr.com/
Amethyst Review 
So very beautiful! These are lines to remember!
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Excellent. My congratulations. And thanks.
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Exquisite, Ken. Why indeed.
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Thank you, Sarah, for your encouragement and for accepting this.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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