By Jeffrey Agnoli
In two days of storm
all remaining leaves are shorn.
Fields of diamonds
open in the vastness
between branches.
In centuries of fear
all angelic insight seems to disappear.
Gardens of wisdom
grow in the deep beds
between errors.
In endless years ahead
all our best dreams are but guesses.
Worlds of radiant joy
spin in universes
between breaths.
Jeffrey Agnoli is an educator and poet who lives in Edgartown. His collection of spiritual
poetry, “God’s Silent Bell,” can be viewed at blurb.com.