Here I stand
In the midst of my friends
By way of parentheses--
The musician; the sportsman; the father who raises his child; the conductor; the Chef; the mountaineer climbing the heights of the world-- winds spitting snow; the traveler, the farmer who works his land with his own hands; the botanist; the gardener; the grammarian rich in years; the journalist who withdrew to a country home; the pilot; the retiree, whose loneliness an image flowing to the edge of the sky; the actor; the designer; the mother who guards home--a weaver of dreams; the accountant; the spiritual explorer for whom Mind is the essence of all things; the recluse with a long beard; the entrepreneur; the artist who "frames" what is in his sight--
By way of parentheses--
The musician; the sportsman; the father who raises his child; the conductor; the Chef; the mountaineer climbing the heights of the world-- winds spitting snow; the traveler, the farmer who works his land with his own hands; the botanist; the gardener; the grammarian rich in years; the journalist who withdrew to a country home; the pilot; the retiree, whose loneliness an image flowing to the edge of the sky; the actor; the designer; the mother who guards home--a weaver of dreams; the accountant; the spiritual explorer for whom Mind is the essence of all things; the recluse with a long beard; the entrepreneur; the artist who "frames" what is in his sight--
And I sing
A song of the innocent hearts
And we thus behold the emerald light
In all creatures!
As the Wind from the East
Approaches the Wind of the West
In an unforgettable Dance of Nature
Where it's path is not understood!
Nay! The buoyancy and its tears
Shall be one--
A longing so dear for the trust
In Love, but we are buffeted by the gusts of chance
And drenched by the rains of disappointment--
We hear the voice of a contemptuous man, but justice
Will find him! Words cruel with sarcasm and mockery are like
Flies sucking an open wound, swell in another's misery.
But I say, "wait!"--
The fire will separate the flame, for the lie is not consumed
But exposed! The wilderness will shake, and we have the courage
To wait upon the Truth, for It strengthens each heart!--
Only we can be the captains navigating the sea
Of our lives!
Only we bind our world’s innermost core together,
See all its workings, and its seeds,
Deal no more in words’ empty reeds . . .
Look at the flowers that bloom, a mystery
In the pollen
As well the humming bee,
For these we bow and smile!
Clouds chase the wind over a stream--
And we hear birds singing
In white blossoms of spring!
---May, 2018--
In the midst of my friends
By way of parentheses--
The musician; the sportsman; the father who raises his child; the conductor; the Chef; the mountaineer climbing the heights of the world-- winds spitting snow; the traveler, the farmer who works his land with his own hands; the botanist; the gardener; the grammarian rich in years; the journalist who withdrew to a country home; the pilot; the retiree, whose loneliness an image flowing to the edge of the sky; the actor; the designer; the mother who guards home--a weaver of dreams; the accountant; the spiritual explorer for whom Mind is the essence of all things; the recluse with a long beard; the entrepreneur; the artist who "frames" what is in his sight--
By way of parentheses--
The musician; the sportsman; the father who raises his child; the conductor; the Chef; the mountaineer climbing the heights of the world-- winds spitting snow; the traveler, the farmer who works his land with his own hands; the botanist; the gardener; the grammarian rich in years; the journalist who withdrew to a country home; the pilot; the retiree, whose loneliness an image flowing to the edge of the sky; the actor; the designer; the mother who guards home--a weaver of dreams; the accountant; the spiritual explorer for whom Mind is the essence of all things; the recluse with a long beard; the entrepreneur; the artist who "frames" what is in his sight--
And I sing
A song of the innocent hearts
And we thus behold the emerald light
In all creatures!
As the Wind from the East
Approaches the Wind of the West
In an unforgettable Dance of Nature
Where it's path is not understood!
Nay! The buoyancy and its tears
Shall be one--
A longing so dear for the trust
In Love, but we are buffeted by the gusts of chance
And drenched by the rains of disappointment--
We hear the voice of a contemptuous man, but justice
Will find him! Words cruel with sarcasm and mockery are like
Flies sucking an open wound, swell in another's misery.
But I say, "wait!"--
The fire will separate the flame, for the lie is not consumed
But exposed! The wilderness will shake, and we have the courage
To wait upon the Truth, for It strengthens each heart!--
Only we can be the captains navigating the sea
Of our lives!
Only we bind our world’s innermost core together,
See all its workings, and its seeds,
Deal no more in words’ empty reeds . . .
Look at the flowers that bloom, a mystery
In the pollen
As well the humming bee,
For these we bow and smile!
Clouds chase the wind over a stream--
And we hear birds singing
In white blossoms of spring!
---May, 2018--
