Peace in Our Times
1997 09
Refreshed
Even as I’m carried along by the breath of the wind
High
Elated by nature’s own opiate of sensory richness
Trees wave gustily as I approach
- a greeting gladly met
An occasional droplet plants a moist kiss on my cheek
- a reciprocal caress?
Enjoined
Our hearts celebrate the truth of the narrow way
Disturbed
Only by the chance encounter of another journeyman
Each a grotesque intrusion upon my soliloquy of motion.
Remorsefully
Swept along with the flow of floral magma
Soaring
On the joyous thermal of hope rising around me
Unencumbered by sentient anxiety
All else shrinks to become
As distant as where I’m bound or from
I exist
In this Melchizedek’s home
Eternal
Moments suspended above the path of time
Trodden
By yet seven thousand beside me
Quick
Now slow but always my course remains the same
Each diversion only serving to enrich the journey…
Dashed
By myriad gleaming ducats
Belying
True generosity even in death
Sequins sown among, each rock
- Stumbling block or messenger to guide my footfall?
In all life comes alive
Bathing in the wholesome fullness of my excursion
- A little extra introversion.
Abisko 09/97
© cag 2005
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