Ode to Fragile Things

This is a short little....thing i wrote. It may possbily be the opening to a project I like to cal The Fragile Things. It will lead into something much bigger. You may probably have read this on my myspace but I guess its something good to kick the blog off with.
Here it is,

There are elusive emotions created by the divine. Ones that go unmentioned by song or sword. There is an iota of beings amongst us that distinguish these senses. And everyone of the fellow watchers I had been blessed to have been associated with were there on my porch.

"Oh Lord, find us faithful." I preached my routine invocation.

The first to have caught my eye was She. Standing, hands on railing, in euphoria as she gave respect to the cosmics. Her mien left me immured.

I set my gaze upon the one with long brown hair. He sat, legs crossed with a rifle in lap. He too watched the black firmament.

Then I gave time to a boy lying on his stomach. A pile of notebooks to his side. Perhaps he wrote his existential thoughts into the paper.

His spouse lay by his side. Caressing his hair, she blessed him with a kiss upon his temple.

The man with the gun's lover curled in a peaceful rest at his leg

A quiet person sat with his back to the metal beams. Mouth clenched shut. We all ponder what enters the mind of the boy with glasses.

We all sat in a nirvana stillness. We all had the gift, of sight. Yet, we were blind. Us...Fragile Things...

- Jake T. Edmunds