At Peace and In Sweet Awe of Bronze Shaving of New Rising Moon

At Peace And In Sweet Awe Of Bronze Shaving Of New Rising Moon Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin' campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove. Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon! Fire had burned its music, lowered its bright flashing flames solemn was that moment, as again heard- this Life is no game for despite this beauty, luminous glows of this-- God's design echoing words reminding, all this cries- all is a sent sign and Life is its purpose, Love is truly its greatest treasure by Light of truth and wisdom, man may find his true measure and far off, an owl hoots and midnight sounds play a fair tune blessed marvelous revelation, that summer night in June! Gentle winds a'blowin', such paradise I pray more may find great knowing, in giving and receiving- Love is truly kind before sleeping, time to again look deep into Heaven's glow hold joy and pleasure as Nature's blessed magnificence shows man the pilgrim, earth the spinning realm, death the dark slayer ships are slow sailing, seas are rolling, we are but mere players waves tossing to and fro, Light is shining with God at the helm we'll be alright, if we let not world's wicked ways overwhelm! Night, its darkened whispers had come, its silence had fallen there in the midst of Nature with its deep woods a'callin' campfire burning and crackling, 'neath Heaven and sky above away from city throngs, Life- world's impudent push and shove. Staring peacefully at space- into Heaven's glowing glitter feeling harmony with night, Nature and its roaming critters at peace and in sweet awe of bronze shaving of new rising moon a sad thought flung its poison arrows, this ends far too soon! Robert J.Lindley, posted- 5-05-2020 Rhyme, ( Memories of Youth, of Life and of Nature sent Revelations ) Note: 5-5-2020 Composed from memory of a most blessed night spent in my youth. A new composing of a poem I wrote that it now seems centuries ago. Tho' the original was stolen and burned--I remembered enough of it to set this piece. That morn, I rose as a new man. No longer as blinded as was my previous state. Still far from perfect but at least able to stumble a bit less. Now I can see better and know Life gives and it certainly and grievously takes. Yet when feeling low, feeling down in the blues, a day and night in/with Nature will give a true and dedicated seeker signs and all those divinely crafted and Nature sent clues. Life is what you choose to make it. So choose wisely. I may be mistaken, but I believe the original was a far better piece. -RJL