Reynold – a poem by Waldy Ens

hand cradles Bible
billowing words
updrafting multi-coloured parachute of love

lifts us up into his world
of convicted care

book held firmly spine traversing
life-line
and he paces our reality
wordsour level
wordsour fraying carpet

long strides journeying and arm reaching
to elusive uneasy truth

still cradling close to the heart
the word not as a weapon
or tightly bound static box

but

open
wordsgiving
wordswordslovely
fabric of life