Tag: beauty

In the presence of grandeur

I love discovering
Small moments
In the presence
Of grandeur

It reminds me
That I am a small being
Existing within
Something greater than myself

On a large canvas
Even the brush strokes
Can be beautiful
Laden with insight

In the desert
Where only death
And the earth
Linger long

In the desert
I strip myself
Bare of conceit
Bare of ego

Time to brush away
The winter’s rust

Time for new growth
On naked branches

Spring is come

It’s just a road
Through a place
Where the clouds
Dominate
The landscape

Sometimes
That
Is all
I need

A chill, damp, grey day
Empty picnic tables
In an empty park
Where all the leaves have fallen

What could say autumn more
With such spare beauty
And somber solitude?

I grew up in New England
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October

The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire

In the darkness
I saw a light
And followed it

It lead to a window
Which would not open
And I could not see through

As much as I preferred
Being in the light
I returned to the darkness

No matter how softly
I tread through life
I leave footprints

I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see

Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose

Unlike the many monuments I have seen
The mountains and skyscrapers
All so grand and inspiring

I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast