I saw you once
in the mountains of Ireland
a narrow stream dropping
like a ribbon of ice.
Once in a broad leaf
trunk smooth and silver,
spreading your arms
to birds in their flight;
on the ridge lines of Oregon
green trees forever,
in vines crowding the street
like kids at a fair.
I call you mystery
but not to make distance,
vast and unending
near and far as the air.
I look and keep looking,
the sound when I find you
a ring in my heart
like the bells of a church.
I kneel by your mountains
and bow to your ocean
here where I know you
in the beauty of Earth.
So Beautiful Don! I’m with you totally.
It’s that “recognition”, isn’t it, that carries the connection. “I know you”, comes out of me. What’s truly amazing to me, though, is feeling the answer: “I know you, too.”
Thanks, Don! So beautiful.
This is so lovely Don, I truly know this too. It’s a great Romance isn’t it?
Your poem evokes a deep calm serenity. It permeates my flesh. Thank you, Don.
Very beautiful Don. I’m there.
This is lovely , Don, like a great meditation- the Divine romance!
Aye, and where’s the Rainbow, Laddie?…
And I know you, Don……..the man with a full heart and golden tongue. Your words ring in my heart. I am grateful to love in the same way!
Wonderful Don! Keep your pen moving.
Thank you…
This touches the soul. For some reason it makes me think of your father and the trip you took with him once upon a time. In the heart.
Beautiful, Don…gratitude for all of Creation…….
Yes, that recognition…
Thank you.
every ready to see the beauty of being in all its forms and locations
Here we are in Tennessee, and reading your poem brings the truth and the tears to our eyes….we love your poems and the bridges you create
O Mystery
You are the fire in my heart
You are the holy sound
Just very nice and sweet, and rings so true; and is admired too, by my Irish bride from Dublin……thanks Don…..