Great Un-Manifest

An awesome power without form
In silent atoms slowly drawn
Sometimes pure and innocent
Or total evil, malcontent,

Its opposition holds it fast
Like Yin & Yang
Or Light and Dark

This presence in a sunrise felt 
In friendship's smile or anger's wrath
In mountain's height or oceans depth
The in and out of every breath

In every wind that stirs a leaf 
And every life, however brief
The constant earth, the shifting sand
All feel this mighty, gentle hand.

Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Gauthier Avatar
June 7, 2021 at 9:57 PM
Well crafted poem, Suzanne ~
Hicks Avatar
October 19, 2014 at 12:21 AM
I had thought it was about God... and then reading your response to Andrea I guess I was right. I just love how there's so many intense statements and acronyms, all to end on those last two words... gentle hand. The same hand that formed the moon and stars is at the same time caring and gentle... very well penned!
Delaney Avatar
October 19, 2014 at 12:26 AM
I am glad that came through. When I was on our farm and closer to Nature I felt closer to God. He really does seem closer at hand through his natural marvels. Thanks for your encouraging comments I missed you.
Dietrich Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 12:23 AM
this one is very mysterious, Suz. What inspired this?
Delaney Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 1:53 AM
It is really about our Creator...something that came through from meditation a few years back. Thanks for reading, dear.
Dietrich Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 12:22 AM
oh my, isn't it terrible what time does to us all?? I was feeling pretty good about myself right up until this year, right before I turn 60. Uggggg. Now let me see this poem.
Delaney Avatar
October 18, 2014 at 1:56 AM
'yeah...it happens all of a sudden...I guess so much of a woman's power is in her beauty. I hate that I have become 'invisible' to men when once I got wolf whistles most of the time...lol
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