The world unfolds,
wind, tide, rain-soaked,
life force streaming.
Doors of imagination
swing on ancient hinges,
toward the presence
of the Maker.
No kneeling,
no supplication,
upright and sentient
before pure Intent.
Communion found
after years’ journey,
soft and supple
as tender green grass.
Reading of “Way of Communion”
Wow,Don. ‘Towards the presence of the maker’. It is a magnificent journey to find that communion. Very sweet. Thank you.
Beautiful Don. Thank you.
Don, a thoughtful start to a Sunday. Thanks. – Love, Tom
Beautifully tender are your words here, Don. And speaking of today’s unfolding world as hinging upon anciently swinging Doors of Imagination: “Yes, they all come to meet me (and Us All); Arms outreaching, smiling sweetly, ‘Neath the Green, Green Grass of Home.”
“…after years’ journey, soft and supple as tender green grass.”
Nicely expressed, Don!
Don — A beautiful, poetic expression of gratitude. We have been blessed with the gift of years. And the wisdom that comes to some of us with age. Thank you for sharing this. Mike
No need for more time in the city as I relinquish all that rises in the blessed shadow I promised to honor.