Pulled from the morass,
I see evergreens in the distance
and messages of earth alive
in fading blooms of the plum.
Quiet before the mystery,
I hear voices behind the clouds,
light shimmering
in the soft breaks of morning.
With few years left,
I carve prayers of thanks
on stone faces
of the unforgiving,
for the choirs of earth
to raise in song.
photograph by Sandy Brown Jensen
Reading of “Choirs of Earth” with music by the Sunday Service Choir.
“…for the choirs of earth to raise in song.” I enjoyed this. Nice work, Don.
With Forgiveness (from what I’ve learned from both sides of experience), there is, as time goes by, an increasingly urgent need for its complete fulfillment by a “Forgiver in Waiting” — often more so than for anyone rightly due to receive that Forgiveness, free and clear.
Don, some nice phrases, clever things in this. But I hope the “few years” is an understatement.
The mighty biblical tent sways as the mystery weaves her magic, sending all who can arise and be known in just communion.