Infinitely more expensive than coins of gold. The currency of the heavens unfold – The rain in its seasons. Heaven made coins cascading earthward: Depositing wealth to the land, and Spending heaven’s immortal fortune – To deliver living water, To every soul.
Spring abounds All around. Makes one happy As watching a rooster Quietly tiptoe in tall grass, Belting out nature’s Sometimes unwelcome Morning alarm. Enjoying sweet corn as his reward.
A train horn sounds in the distance – Piercing the fog of muted silence. Gentle raindrops on the window, Their resplendent show Silenced By warm Spring winds, Chasing them away as they land. A stunning delicious cup of coffee Crafted by accident, Poured too much creamer, In the shimmering dim light. Dawn, An unwrapping ofContinue reading “Dawn – A Poem”
Great storms of troubles have in times past shaken humanity. Powerful gales then threatened, life on earth with feigned impunity. Those surges, to our ancestors, may have seemed the masthead of finality… But, We Are Still Here.
Who can fathom, The inexhaustible depths of wonder That fills the heart, When staring up at the stars. Although distant, They make us feel deeply That we belong, alongside them forever. ********************************************** Ambient vibes for your listening/reading entertainment. Enjoy
What I think I know, I don’t have knowledge of all the pieces to fully understand. And, even if all the pieces were available to me, I could not grasp the full scope of my understanding anyway. What I do know, Albeit, only partially – Is that I don’t really know anything fully. A delightfulContinue reading “Self Portrait – A Poem”
The future… a flower too delightful to pluck, As it blossoms In hope filled fields of thought, Swaying to destiny’s winds. Amid the branch of all life – Its fragrance, Often, Our heart’s only companion, Enchants our expectations.
There exists a multitude of Worthwhile things To do on this earth; Far more in the universe. And, failing these, There is an endless supply, Yet to be discovered, In the company of One’s own imagination.
Perhaps, The Sun is so warmly welcomed, Not only Because it enlivens our senses; But, because Every day Its ordained duty, Is to pour Another precious drop, Of the light of eternal glory, Into the secret depths, Of our awaiting soul.