"Unbind him and let him go." - Sonnet Version

With bare feet, standing on the shoreline's edge,
George wondered, if water reflects the sun
And trees grow shadows for everyone,
Then why was he here to make a grand pledge
To love unconditionally? To hedge
On a wager he had heard from someone
At the 16th Street church, behind the fun,
Beyond the Christmas tree and Santa's sledge.
Would it be right to wager a stigma,
If nobody was around to object?
Could he tell God, wherever he was now,
That no bottle, not even Aunt Jemima,
Could hold his soul or have a strong effect,
If truth wasn't around to show him how?

Lumen's Shadow

Excited,
We rushed through the meadow
To the poetry house.
Rising up from the center a light
Shined into the sky.
Or perhaps, we hoped,
The light shone down.

Arriving,
Up the porch we ran.
Through the door and into the rooms,
We frantically searched the rustic setting.
The source of the light
Was not apparent,
But we found a hole in the floor.

Descending,
We went into the basement,
Up from which we had seen the light
Through the hole.
And in the basement we found
A man holding a flashlight
Pointed at the sky,

Grinning,
Like a fool.