Monthly Archives: July 2013
Prime Time
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream
While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air
Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,
Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains
Cast a therapeutic spell?
The answer is freely available to anyone
Willing to venture out and sample
This boundless treasure.
Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.
Troubles vanish like smoke
In the crisp, cool air
Which teases the mountaintops.
Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly
While consuming enormous quantities
Of rich subject matter.
An all-elusive peace enters the dark,
Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,
Bringing with it freshness and light.
Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,
As nature spins and weaves,
Displaying her enchanted magic.
An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,
Engulfing mere mortals,
Sealing the lips to silence,
For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.
America
This poem is in Autumn Leaves:
There! Do you see it? Is it still there?
A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…
A ray of light brightly shining forth
Through the dark gloom of ignorance…
A ray of light bravely illuminating
And piercing the haze of hunger.
What is this light made of?
Where does it come from?
This bright brave light is composed of
Invisible substances called love,
Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.
It emanated from a piece of earth called America,
Conducted by a God-fearing people
Who left the darkness and live in the light.
This bright light cannot be extinguished
Because, once seen or heard of,
Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,
Hungry and opposed people of the world.
Do you see it? Yes! Yes!
Thank God, it’s still there!
Feelings
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
Feelings are but thought extension
Placed into feeble expression,
Sometimes poured out through touch or deed,
Or even mumbled confession.
Feelings are but emotions and desires,
Surfacing into reality,
Striving to achieve dreamed of destiny
Or to quench love’s raging fires.
Expressing them is often difficult,
Like handling fishhooks wearing gloves.
Overpowering, they sometimes help
With insistent, nudging shoves.
As one’s soul is purged by confession,
We learn a most valued lesson–
Our world would be painted shades of gray
Without our efforts at expression.
Love Is
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
My eyes have looked, and
In looking have seen, and
Having seen, beheld the Truth.
My heart has known, and
In knowing is filled, and
The fullness is Truth of Love.
Wealth is but passing vanity, and
Time wears away shallow efforts; yet,
Love and Truth overcomes both.
Love is never demanding, and
When aided by her cousins, Compromise and Understanding,
Grows healthy and flourishes.
Love awakens those feelings that are
Most noble in men and women,
Enriching their walk on life’s path.
Love brings contentment and understanding.
Coupled with thanksgiving,
Its lack turns life into a barren wasteland.
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