I Was There – POETRY CHURCH

I was there at the breaking of dawn
When the unknowable heavens
Were divided from my unknowable heart
When the mountains of my spine
Emerged within the salty womb
And trees took root
With a harvest of life
And breath
And the pumping of my fragile heart
Sustained by nothing but light
And my waking life
Was divided from its dream
And my subconscious disturbed the surface
Before diving deep on holy gill
And my spirit stretched out its wings
For its heavenly flight
Leaving the beasts of my earthen desires
To remain upon this body of dust
And blood
This house of stone and flesh
This tabernacle of sea and skin
This temple of sky and heart
Where the image of the holy
Was placed at the altar
To remind me of the one
Who was there
At the breaking of the dawn

About The Author

Matt Beard

Matt Beard is an artist most known for his paintings that portray hundreds of locations across the length of the entire California coastline. He spends weeks at a time alone in his van traveling the state and looking for new vistas upon which to plant his easel. All that time on the road has really messed with his head, and so he’s taken to writing poetry as a way to cope with his increasing anxiety about parking tickets or overnight camping violations.

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