Nature waits with breath abated
Heaven’s rising understated
Thenceforth comes the morning glow
The imperceptible undertow
Of dawn commencing
Birds take song in dusky gloom
Of Sun’s bright and blazing doom
It’s cheery rays provides us power
And sends us hope at every hour
Of reward contending
The sun that fuels our terrible fight
Until the time our souls take flight
With Him to seize our deeded plot
Be it honor or the dreaded blot
Of immortality
The pregnant pause of morning clouds
Lowered in the sky
A dim and distant roaring
Tells of future by and by
And then slowly come the raindrops
Maybe one in every ten
Soon with gusto they are falling
The dust will soon be cleansed
A cacophony of water
A plethora of mist
They descend upon the earth below
Their effects are in our midst
Bigger than the rest of us
Grandest planet, nature grown
Self perpetuating, growth and rust
A system made of grist and bone
I rest upon the crooked land
Watch the rain
Raise the hand
Grateful for the life and plan
A symphony of complex mystery.
In the cool, deep quiet lies a covering of stillness. There, unlike any other place, my soul finds rest.
I turn, gently in place, with my eyes lifted up. The dark and otherworldly canopy radiates peace, and its ebb flows over me. I smile and close my eyes, opening up to the gentle and resolute forgiveness. What a gift in this moment. Undeserved, but mine nonetheless.
Nearby leaves flutter with joy as they are tickled by a passing breath. Light flickers as a ray penetrates the leaves. The faint but ecstatic cry of a bird pierces the silence. Rocks crunch beneath my feet.
The moment is gone, and so I move again, slowly, but gaining speed. A smoky cloud at the horizon turns leisurely, catching and consuming all that approaches it. By implacable fate, I must live within its borders, at least temporarily, and so I travel. Time and space flow past me in waves, and I feel the variations on my skin. The heat rises as the whirlwind becomes inevitably adjacent. Its tendrils tug at my clothing as they swirl by. They draw me in.
I stop to steel my mind and brace my shoulders for full immersion, and am reminded of the fleeting nature of circumstance and locale. I turn to look back. The dim, unwavering wall rises in a distant gradient. It beckons, no it reminds. I smile and turn away.
“Thank you,” I murmur under my breath.
I knew you were leaving
I knew it was coming soon
I thought I was dealing with it,
and played my bravest tune
Wide awake staring I lay
In the dark hear my breathing
all I see is your face
I hate that I’m so needing
But you’re gone now and I’m not OK
The loneliest tears, they come every day (they wash me away)
Love, please come back to me
I’m feeling your hold on me
As strong as the tides in the sea
My light is fading, I feel I can’t see
I need you to come back come back to me
Your fingers on my face
My lips on your hand
I need your embrace
Like the beach needs the sand
Of your return I dream
I’ll awake without harm
So eager to be seen
I run to your arms
And we’ll be there, I’ll be OK
My lying fears, they’re all washed away
Love, please come back to me
I’m feeling your hold on me
As strong as the tides in the sea
My light is strong now, it’s you that I see
I need you to always come back to me
