colorless rain

if god made
wonder
to paint the true heart
i whisper away and listen not well

and if god made the day
to further his cause
to thrust upon man his limitless wise

then in wisdom i fail, fall
short and repeated
in word and in prayer my stand
in mankind

for i am not free as in
willing
or freedom
but write with such fault
purporting in vain
lost to the world
its maker, its beauty
laughing in awe
of the colorless rain

no i am not free nor my voice
nor my wonder
much less the thoughts breath
i find i am beating
(repeating) i find

no more free i than
the swallow is free of its
wing

bkmackenzie
2016

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