We choose the paths
we call our lives
within the deeper longing;
as sun and stars
create the night
and moon’s desire,
we are what lifts the sky,
descends to sea.
The gift to be apart
woven in a wider cloth;
we are not ocean
but we are water,
we are not sun
but we are light.
We grow, we live
then we leave
taking with us
food for the gods.
Home run, Don! My experience of those woven connections is what gives shape to my life. You touch something so deep in me with this one. Thank you.
I love this Don… Thanks !
Sparkle and Light… loved it, Don.
Beautiful, Don. Thank you.
Very deeply touching, Don! Thank you!
Thank you Don –so Beautiful and true.
HOME RUN is right! Who needs religion when you can have a poem like this!
Don…I love the poem AND I AM the water and the sun!
AND I see where you are going with this.
This is a simple reply to your glorious poem…”YES!”
(Just this morning, on TV, I watched an anesthetist describe how the soul departs the body carrying with it all it has gathered in one lifetime. “Food for the gods” indeed.)
I add my voice with yours, Don, and with our community of subscribers. Apart…but not separate…..a part….of the whole Tone.
Don,
I would agree this is a very moving and inspiring poem.
A recent quote I am looking at which seems to fit along with this beautiful poem: “Everything associated with the heart – relationship, emotion, passion – can only be grasped and appreciated with the tools of religion and poetry.”
Thomas Moore from his “Soul Mates” book.
Love this Don…the gift to be apart woven in a wider cloth…..speaks to me so profoundly. Have been away awhile and glad to come and rest awhile with the gentle massaging rhythm of your poems.