Vincent Lowry's Blog - Posts Tagged "2016"
A Few Lines
Let my actions do the telling,
and let your heart be open
the eternal gift of what you desire.
I promise to be that man.
Always.
and let your heart be open
the eternal gift of what you desire.
I promise to be that man.
Always.
Quantum Tearing
Where will our voyages take us
along the horizons of the subatomic,
the quanta of life,
when I witness the power
of the infinitely small strip
away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know.
It always starts with that math,
so simple a concept
that it clouds your mind
every time we put it to practice,
revealing the perfect symmetry of
a chemical equation that overrides
your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula.
You cannot outwill what firmly has control
on your mind.
I see the quantum tearing within you,
glass by glass,
line by line,
the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend.
This will extinguish your light.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
along the horizons of the subatomic,
the quanta of life,
when I witness the power
of the infinitely small strip
away your innate gifts?
It's just a glass, I know.
It always starts with that math,
so simple a concept
that it clouds your mind
every time we put it to practice,
revealing the perfect symmetry of
a chemical equation that overrides
your self-imposed laws.
You cannot outthink this formula.
You cannot outwill what firmly has control
on your mind.
I see the quantum tearing within you,
glass by glass,
line by line,
the beautiful particles thrown into disarray.
You need help, my friend.
This will extinguish your light.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
Tiny Flame
How that flicker
captures my gaze
in such a delicate hold.
I've seen your gentle dance near the alter,
in hidden corners brightened by your glow,
with angels peering down
upon my unworthy head.
And I've witnessed it on TV,
in the cupped hands of those who stand
in solidarity,
in defiance,
in eternal memory.
And there you are now,
so tiny on my desk,
pure,
casting your warm luminescence
upon my fingers as I finish this poem.
Are my words worthy of your graceful presence?
I think not.
I know not.
A flame is like a perfect circle.
Or a rainbow after an afternoon shower.
Its form is flawless.
Limitless.
Divine.
Light showcased in its greatest glory.
"Tiny Flame" (c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
captures my gaze
in such a delicate hold.
I've seen your gentle dance near the alter,
in hidden corners brightened by your glow,
with angels peering down
upon my unworthy head.
And I've witnessed it on TV,
in the cupped hands of those who stand
in solidarity,
in defiance,
in eternal memory.
And there you are now,
so tiny on my desk,
pure,
casting your warm luminescence
upon my fingers as I finish this poem.
Are my words worthy of your graceful presence?
I think not.
I know not.
A flame is like a perfect circle.
Or a rainbow after an afternoon shower.
Its form is flawless.
Limitless.
Divine.
Light showcased in its greatest glory.
"Tiny Flame" (c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
Greater Good
If you can read these words
on a screen ignited from within
by a modern day marvel of light
summoned by code...
If you can react to it by using
your finger to speak,
or pass to the next room,
or exit the door to the digital hotel
we've collectively created
in a connected yet emotionally
removed world we shall never
fully inhabit...
If you can place yourself in shoes
atop a mountain a thousand miles distant,
a shore an ocean removed,
a field aglow by a new or retired sun...
If you have the basics,
essentials,
that which keeps the heart and mind
in a clear and steady state,
and still have something to give,
to teach or donate..
Follow the higher path,
the greater good,
elevating two spirits with one act,
finding the core of living,
the center of purpose,
the pulse of humanity.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
on a screen ignited from within
by a modern day marvel of light
summoned by code...
If you can react to it by using
your finger to speak,
or pass to the next room,
or exit the door to the digital hotel
we've collectively created
in a connected yet emotionally
removed world we shall never
fully inhabit...
If you can place yourself in shoes
atop a mountain a thousand miles distant,
a shore an ocean removed,
a field aglow by a new or retired sun...
If you have the basics,
essentials,
that which keeps the heart and mind
in a clear and steady state,
and still have something to give,
to teach or donate..
Follow the higher path,
the greater good,
elevating two spirits with one act,
finding the core of living,
the center of purpose,
the pulse of humanity.
(c) 2016 by Vincent Lowry
All Yours
You came to this world long after my first breath,
unexpected but not unwanted,
and before I could see your eyes,
hear your laugh,
feel your touch,
witness the unfolding of your youth,
you returned home.
I wonder what I can offer you this summer night,
what thoughts I can paint with words,
what love I can transfer into your perfect presence?
Stepping outside, I see the love is already there.
It's in the wind, as gentle as a child's breath,
rustling the leaves of silhouetted sycamores.
It's in the warmth of the air,
an invisible blanket,
wrapping my body in comfort.
It's in the three points of flickering light
at the edge of my gaze,
shining, without doubt, for you.
That limitless,
that eternity,
that beautiful sky...
All yours, angel.
(c) 2016 Vincent Lowry
unexpected but not unwanted,
and before I could see your eyes,
hear your laugh,
feel your touch,
witness the unfolding of your youth,
you returned home.
I wonder what I can offer you this summer night,
what thoughts I can paint with words,
what love I can transfer into your perfect presence?
Stepping outside, I see the love is already there.
It's in the wind, as gentle as a child's breath,
rustling the leaves of silhouetted sycamores.
It's in the warmth of the air,
an invisible blanket,
wrapping my body in comfort.
It's in the three points of flickering light
at the edge of my gaze,
shining, without doubt, for you.
That limitless,
that eternity,
that beautiful sky...
All yours, angel.
(c) 2016 Vincent Lowry
