Cerulean
Verdant
Poet’s words
For simple colours
Writ large
On an epic landscape
Poet’s words
For simple colours
Writ large
On an epic landscape
I hear the roil of white noise
Waves crashing through the broken rock
Source obscured and muffled by darkened boughs
Clinging thickly to rising land
I realize
The beauty that is the world
The perfection that it is to live
Even without clarity
Certainty or conviction
There was the great sea of hope
Dashing upon the rocks
Settling in little pools
Where intrepid molecules linked
Carbon to carbon
With oxygen and hydrogen
By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly
The old iron
Rust
Pitted
Flaked
Like me
Still strong
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
I strive for healing
And the world becomes
Healers and the healing
Compassion, grace and service
Gather here in peace
Quieting your mind
Listen for my voice
The wisdom of the ancients