Saturday, October 27, 2012

To be ...

To be of life and all its ways
a chore only for the brave
standing on a precipice
far from a saviour’s reach.

And how the hardship of the climb
can deplete all human reserves
and leave one vulnerable
to the elements of nature.

It was in her nature, yes, you know
to look below and beneath
and yet the surface of a life
rises up to asphyxiate.     

She teeters on the edge of breath
sure that the last is bound to be
but in the manner of this life
air infiltrates and motivates.

And in the retrace she will find
not agony but clarity
and she will know, as you do too,
all things will cease to be ~

but the cliff, oh, yes, it’s still there
so all who climb will one day know
to simply walk back down again
without a shudder or a doubt!

Friday, October 12, 2012

Down at the sea

Down at the sea where the wind blows free
and the clouds inflate and deflate
mind opens for just a moment or two
to remember what now is lost.

And one who stands so well immersed
like a statue immovable
for, oh, those glorious yesterdays
deserve undivided attention.

Finally though in waves, in waves,
this reality reaches the shore
and she can no longer mourn as before
in the face of her present times.

She turns, you know, as everyone does
the extraordinary into the commonplace
as a means of dismissing the full import
of those days so long ago now.

She musters a smile from hidden reserves
and arms herself with spirit filled love
because she knows; you know she knows,
the past is embedded in soul!