Slack tide seas
mope about,
then silence falls,
a welcome blanket.
The lure of deep water
and gathering night
held to the mystery
I kneel to taste
at the earth altar.
Reading of “Held to the Mystery” with music by Maryliz Smith
Slack tide seas
mope about,
then silence falls,
a welcome blanket.
The lure of deep water
and gathering night
held to the mystery
I kneel to taste
at the earth altar.
Reading of “Held to the Mystery” with music by Maryliz Smith
Don — Love this poem of yours! Visions of 1 Timothy 3:9. We are held to the mystery of nature as well as faith. Thanks for sharing.
Mystery is held in the bosom of Grace. As the Fire cleans the returning after millenniums of our undying quest.
Don, your poem is a revelation – that Mike McCauley can quote Scripture. See what your poetic force opens up?