The Source of Being
I was thinking of the soul
that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place
where-in the mossy ground of a sacred forest,
a portal existed, below the quadrivail
of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by many ages-
the periscopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of
the most, unbelievable blue.
Precious, orange zircons formed the floor
ligures for holy men’s robes
a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
knowable, only by divine revelations.
And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.
For Shadow’s Word Challenge
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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