Center of the Wheel
Strength of cloud,
brilliant dawn,
weight of planets
held like a leaf.
Rising with light,
returning to dark
and the center of the wheel
only turning.
***
Bathed in a Miracle
The green rush is on the land
bursting to breathe
the warm air of freedom.
We bathe in a miracle
pale green and perfect as a baby,
reaching out from the unspoken
into the daylight becoming.
***
Sound of the World
The river of traffic
roars with a flood.
Fast paced, frenzied,
the sound of the world
while bird-less trees
wave in the morning.
Light cracks over the east
and the planet turns
with the effortless grace
of a ballerina, lifted
from the weight of time
in the arms of the eternal.
Lovely, Don. I think these lines could make a round – what do you think? Shall I try putting them to music?
Rising with light,
returning to dark
and the center of the wheel
only turning.
What an interesting idea, Rose — and the song would close with each voice in succession singing, “turning.”
Great work, Don — I love the fierce stretch between the great and the small, all part of the turning into the arms of the eternal.
Thank you, Don. I especially resonated with “Sound of the World.”
Don…I, too, found the Sound of the World especially yummy…..
Don, these are strong phrases in your poems, very rich. Rose Meeker’s suggestion is a very creative one, too.
Do not tire
of lifting spirits
of the many
who “love your work”.