Bring me your signs and wonders
that yellow glow
that simmers brilliantly below
the cover of mundane no goes.
Bring me your signs and wonders
for I make sure
that all of you know
just how to glow.
Bring me your signs and wonders
tucked deep in your chests,
those places of restless
you must confess.
Bring me your signs and wonders,
the unseen, undone, unfounded
mystic
all refuse to flow
so many no shows.
Bring me your signs and wonders
for I’m the keeper of
many tomorrows, especially those
in which hope not only grows,
but also crows
those many signs
on which you ponder
with no indication of the wonder
you can bestow.