The Power of One

The Power of One Slowly shadows devour the day’s light, The silhouette of fear draws breath From the soul left gasping, A firestorm of fury gathering, Like mists of plagues escaping From an ancient land of sand and tombs With locusts warning of hope’s starvation To escort the darkness rising Turning pleas into ashes – weeping into stone - Pounding on the mountainsides where sweetest spice Withers beneath lullabies Robbed of serenity’s grace - Flowing furious on fevered winds Pushing reveries and faith out on a ledge - Not knowing right from left Or up from down - No words of clarity in In the whirlwind’s barren chrysalis, To hem in - to constrain - With invisible shrilling waves of crisis Whipped up by anguish That binds the wildly beating, frantic heart, Like a captured sparrow; To scoff, to jeer, to overlook, The single bloom standing up, Trembling like new leaves on thinnest branches, Scanning galaxies of prophetic possibility, Then lean on visionary stars That shatter with the speed of light The hovering shadow of inertia’s darkest enchantment, Sending out the solitary song of meadowlarks, Still caroling through deafness, not silenced, Not bending to the ill winds moaning And the chaos screaming, To scatter seeds of spring not born Like unseen winged flyers; To see beyond and past descending doom, Into that far and sheltered arbor With dreams of wisdom and young visions - Outside the grasp of calamity, Beyond the dark horizon - Enticing with an alluring fragrance gather back Into the benediction of the ever circling eternal seasons Promising….