Windows Open

Windows Open

The summer heat ~ HOT!
The old beat up house
Even still ~ Hotter~
A/C units down
And the sweat multiplies
For the depth of our cores
Turned to sauna modes;
Windows open
Wider still
For cross breezes exist
And allow heat an escape
Within the confines
Of our stories and history~
Windows open
More and more
A signal for reprieve,
For Grace to flow
Straight from Heaven
Into our hearts and minds,
Ready for the revelation
From the songbirds and crickets,
Sonatas of nature
Set to soothe the mind.

~By: A.J. Wagoner
© 2016

About Cleaver of God

A wordsmith rhymes with the times to share his heart, After a trip around the world, now the start To look ahead and write the lines That will begin to affect change all around, So hear the sound and see the pines Within the realm we found. My name is A.J. Wagoner and I love poetry; however, I also love this world and want to see the darkness turned to light, so my poetry rides the wings of eagles to bring hope to the hopeless, a voice to the voiceless, and a light to the darkness.

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