In Huntington’s Library
Feeling like the color of
Jonathan Buttall’s outfit
I meandered through the
hedges of ancient history
Statues cracked and weathered
by winters long forgotten
Pouring such into my souls cup-
that it overflowed with the inspiration
that preceded me by hundreds
of years
My internal clock is bemused
Pondering each new step alone-
‘twas only yesterday when
my youthful eyes beheld her beauty
and crowed like a morning rooster
Such a curious summit we must reach
Before the revelations of
Loves enlightenment
Enduring all within our spirit
Within our own self
We wash our face in His salvation
A place where tranquility resides
Somewhere up above the trees
Of sunshine
I see her smile again
By Bubby
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