Artistry Of Constance |
REVELATION
My eyes are amazed and open
to a sight of bright display.
The streams of lightening flow
across a haloed sky.
Now dark, now light.
In aftermath of might,
exultant booms quake
the earth and trees.
I stand amid the wind and color,
sole witness to the spectrum
of power and of beauty,
frightfully entertained.
It is both Wrath and Love I see
in wondrous salutation.
BEYOND REASON
By wisdom only time can know
I seek the choicest life to grow,
and though my soul can hear the hum
of distant songs that may be sung,
a deeper, darker vault resounds
the travesty of lost rebounds.
Again the bread of life is leavened:
silent pain, deep joy, deafened
youth and ageless dreamer state.
These sad and happy realms equate
until no reasoning perfects
acceptance of what life begets.
ONE FINE EVENING
The whippoorwill sang just for me
and crickets chimed along.
The family of the earth all know
when I'm in need of song.
The moon refused to shine tonight
when its hour came to rise
and left, instead, a sober mood
hung lonely in the sky.
A mighty trumpet from the wind
drew out a soulful moan
and caught my spirit by surprise,
reminding me of Home.
Then fireflies rose like tiny,
silent beacons in the night
and danced around that shadowy mist,
while I smiled in delight.
PEACE
A gift from above, it's raining
outside...
a quiet, soothing sound.
The peace which passeth understanding,
tranquilly falling down.
I understand my brothers tears,
they harmonize with mine.
And I remember feeling scorned
by gray and clouded skies.
Yet, truly the Master commanded them
to reveal what I held inside.
In joy or sorrow, according to need,
obedient heavens cried.
Then I felt His love was true
and prayed I know in time.
Now I know a loyal grace
reigns for me inside.
A LITTLE GROWTH
The geraniums outside my door
brave the slaughtering rains
with more courage and strength
than I wage against a single cloud.
Tomorrow, cleansed of grime
and dead petals,
the blossoms will rally the sun
from slumber, begin new growth.
Perhaps I'll rise early,
sit out in the backyard
and help with the chore.
Maybe grow a little ...
SALVATION
Faith is multifaceted,
though its qualities are easily discerned.
This capable mind and heart of soul
knows the difference
between Flesh and Spirit.
Now my heart takes comfort
in spring's evolution from winter.
Without fear, confusion or loneliness,
I know Love has come
in due season.
It is this love that cultivates,
through He who holds the bloom.
So passion is fulfilled
through growing and living.
And merely to cope, at best,
is discontentment.
The blessing of his instruction,
so lovingly delivered,
lends beauty and charm
to those who appreciate the value,
without bondage or constraint.
Salvation lies within this freedom:
to be and to become.
FOR THE FATHER
Some are trying to push back time,
while others need constant speed.
And I've heard from some who seem to imply
a kind of total transcendence.
But ever the gradual learner,
I study the lesson of now,
by the Kind Old Light who showed me
and gently taught me how.
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