The Whippoorwill’s Call (A poem for your limitlessness)

The whippoorwills echo through the valley — soaring on their cadence, flying over the mountaintops… Freedom courses through my veins

The mid-night blue of the sky, expansive and vast, unlocks my timidity

Daring, I ask,

Are there parameters?

Echoing back I hear,

Are-none, Are-none, Are-none  

Incredulously, I implore,

Can I sit with the saints?

Commune with the angels?

Dance with the fairies?

IS GOD OFF LIMITS???

The tapestry of the whippoorwill’s call gives rise to my lofty aspirations.

In the twilight of the night, I hear…

GOD IS NEVER OFF LIMITS 

 

Thank YOU for your time.

Always in appreciation,

Gloria