What we cannot see
Like beacons in the night
To keep us off the rocks
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture
I rise
Before the sun
Rise to greet a new day
And the most potent
He loves us
And we love him
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence
Vancouver Island Whirlwind ~ Images depicting my whirlwind writing and photography tour of Vancouver Island
Like beginnings, the endings
Do not come at home
The journey is finished
When we no longer roam
There’s a point when we look back
To recall what was seen
And a little remorse
For what might have been