Tag: writing

As if there were heaven

I don’t know
If there is a heaven

But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there

The light does not come unbidden
But is always there

All I need
Is to open my eyes

Remembering

That by “eyes”
I mean heart

We climbed
And climbed
All day we climbed

And then we rested
Ate and slept a little
Then rose
Rose up in the dark

And then we climbed
And climbed some more
Torches in our hands
Footfalls stiff
On granite cold

How many hours have I spent
Without lament
On ocean shores
Listening to waves crash down
And then recede

I sit upon this Earth
And revel in her choices
The miracles
That Nature makes

No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is

Old Man Rock
He sits there watching
Spinifex and gum trees
Emu and the wallabies

Old Man Rock
He’s steady-on
I sit upon him
Wondering

At all that is
And ever was
And what it means
And what becomes

Some people see the light
And embrace it
The light becomes
A part of them

In time
With practice
They become
The light

Even when confronted with it
Infinity is impossible to fathom

Nothing else quite turns a grey, wet day
Sunny and bright
Like the company of family and friends
During an activity of shared pleasure

So it began
Some billions of years ago
In pools such as these
On the shores of a boiling sea

From the humblest beginnings
A miracle still
Such simple creatures
Would become the miracle, me