What will rise and what will follow,
what will fall into the yawning deep?
The return comes, the departing go
and in the earth the sound of water
and rush of stones.
It is not your time and not my time;
it is the time of the ancient
and the time of soil.
Veins in the earth open with silver
and the round moon shines
luminescent like gold.
Great fish break surface
and grasslands thrum with becoming.
Broken bones dissolve into wheat
and people gather
to the heartbeat of drums.
Out of the east a bright light comes walking
and up from the sea diamonds emerge.
Remembered and forgotten
the great book closes
and the whole earth opens
to the new story,
ready and waiting
for that story to be told.
Very beautiful, Don, at so many levels applicable. Thank you.
GLORIOUS!
Thx, Bro… taking your poem w/ me to a RAW training in ID… I’ll Trust I have your permission to share.
Beautiful. Speaks powerfully to my deep, ancient self while opening doors of possibility to new.
Possibility? Nay, probability. Certainty. Absoluteness.
Deep and profound. Thank you Don!
A poem to greet life with each day….encompassing the richness of being
We used to talk about “letting go to” instead of “letting go of”. In my heart, your poem is a beautiful prayer of letting go to, letting go to something bringing beauty, even if the beauty doesn’t include humans anymore. The beauty is what counts.
What time I have left is dedicated to bringing beauty–like the line in Isaiah, beauty for ashes. Even if what I bring changes nothing in the bigger picture, the beauty is what matters to me.
Don:
Beautiful imagery in your words….they go so well with the photo choice!
I love the closing lines:
“the whole earth opens
to the new story,
ready and waiting
for that story to be told”
My mind has been focused recently on the power of story….
Thank you, Don. I co-sign with Lloyd in his comment. I co-sign with you in honouring Father Sky and Mother Earth.
Don…we are the agents of the new becoming….what a joy and a privilege AND a responsibility!