Gayle Bell, Solomon Contemplates
Standing bold we scanned introspective
this thrive to venture
trying to affix totem and meaning
Does the shallow fool
prevail assured of grace fulfilled
now at heel after the panic surge
when our dream last plundered
Is there chance walking in our shadows
Does folly clear forward sight
Do we daub our flaws
making crystalline thought
certain of the design we build
Has destiny gotten there early
echoing the congratulatory light
the behest of humanity filter our grace
Is there agony in anticipation
Do we ascend from point of need
to a cadence of want
Timing the last rasp
into the revelation
Gayle Bell’s work has been featured in numerous anthologies, print and online publications