We cannot close a space created,
remove the indelible
carved upon life’s tablet.
Bonds forgotten until drawn
by gravity of feeling,
space dissolving
as if time had no effect.
In the mirror of our eyes
the eternal unbreakable,
the day of creation
with us once more.
Live every moment alive and conscious! Pure words, Don.
“the eternal unbreakable.” Now there’s one to ponder. Thank you, dear friend, for the way you make my heart sit up and take notice.
In each present moment,newness….celebrate!
Magic
Light
Joy
Thanks Don! Ain’t life grand!
The day of creation with us still…we’re honoring and celebrating.
The Joy Of Creation Expressed On Earth — What can be better than that?
At the risk of being maudlin, I found this poem sad, rather than happy. A stern declaration that true creation can never be obliterated by those who don’t notice it’s there and behave as if it’s not.
Sacred space created is unbreakable. I find comfort in that.
Hmmm not sure what to say, Looking for a central image past tablet…always in favor of dreams, time, and mirrors in a poem, though.
This arrived on the day we heard of our grandaughter having a brain tomour. We are taking her to the Mayo Clinic next wk. she lives in Mont and is married 31 yrs old with 3 small children. You can see this poem spoke to my heart. Thanks again