The Inadequacy of Perfection

This poem should be pretty obvious as to what it's about. It is a poem about my faith in God, I use the star lit sky as a metaphor for Heaven, and the Moon as being God, since it's the largest body in the night sky. I used the ocean because it's for one, my favorite place, and also it fit the mood of the story fairly well. I spent most of my time focusing on imagery more so than rhyming, since like most of my poems, it's a narrative one.

The Inadequacy of Perfection

The full moon had risen from its dark hiding place,
Casting the earth in a dull chill.
Permitting the fog to recede from its place of shelter,
For the mist hated the scorching heat of the mid-day sun.

The Heavens had become blocked by a blanket of vapors,
Signaled only by the dim light radiated from the grandest of the Heavenly bodies.
Like a lighthouse’s beam during a tragic ocean storm.
When all hope depends on a solitary phosphorescence.

Guided only by the abutting, unseen waves on that desolate beach.
I walked through a dream of loneliness.
My only companion being the ancient Heavenly Torch,
And the soft glow of distant ships.
Journeying to unknown lands of prosperity and wealth.

But this loneliness was not filled with desperation.
For this moment seemed almost necessary.
A sort of obligation everyone must fill before they join the stars in the sky.
Instances such as these are ways to witness God in the great realm of silence.
Void of all distractions and imperfections of life.
For I needed no tangible evidence of His existence.
Since the dense fog had begun to lift,
Retreating back to its place of mischief where it would hide once more.

Ahead of me I could see now the distant lights of Reedsport.
With her flickering light’s cast by early morning fishing boats.
Sailing ever so slowly past her coastal homes,
Still filled with late night dreams of distant lands.
The lighthouse’s beacon was now ablaze with its guiding flame.
Burning through the last of the delicate fog.
Saving the weary mariners from her shadowy cliffs.

And as I looked toward the sky,
I became astonished by the magnificent light show.
Every Angel and Saint in Heaven was now shinning brightly down upon me.
The ocean had become a rippled mirror of Heaven.
It seemed that the horizon had become fused with the world of infinity.
But the ripples in Earth’s heaven gave away its imperfections.
For it was only a mere copy.
And on nights like those,
Earth and Heaven are at their closest.
But Earth will forever only be able to reflect the splendid glory of the Lord’s Heaven.