Millard Lowe Poet Prose

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TO AND IN THE NATURE OF AWARENESS GRACE

 

A fall morning drive presents an interesting ride.

Looking out into the roadside forest palisade,

Eyes fall upon two age-old stoic trees still clothed

In their branches’ waving illuminating green leaves:-

Like an un-blindfolded statue of liberty, they defiantly stand;

As if easel-like saying, “...a fall comes, but wielded, we will not.”

 

Struct by this beautiful defiant—first sight—palisade canvassing,

It’s then noticed that in between these two trees, there stood

A thin, naked—seemingly non-barked—skinny-branched tree.

Her weakly appearance was as if the wind should blow, poor she

And her branches would eventually become little fire-bit-chips;

Yet, just as defiantly---there---she and her bowing branches stood.

 

Once again, nature allegorically canvases another inevitability:

The defiant survival spirit of the “have-nots” in the midst

Of the “haves” in the seasonal challenged of our daily lives.

No matter what may be the oppressive times we must bear,

Hope is the cross of crucifixion and the resurrection thereof;

Like challenged trees, we must likewise stand perpendicular

In undying hope and hope, when challenged by life’s nature:-

 

With this allegorical canvassing of nature’s divine wisdom and

guidance,

I continue on my drive to my precious labor of love—teaching

the children.

Beseeching, I ask God for traveling graces that I may arrive safe

and sound;

Free from harm, free from causing harm, and freely preventing

any harm.

Likewise, I give God praises and thanks for another day

above ground;

To be in the nature of His service, by being in and of service

to fellow beings:-

 

To and In the Nature of Awareness Grace

TO AND IN THE NATURE OF AWARENESS GRACE


A fall morning drive presents an interesting ride.
Looking out into he roadside forest palisade,
Eyes fall upon two age-old stoic trees still clothed
In their branches’ waving illuminating green leaves:-
Like an un-blindfolded statues of liberty, they defiantly stand;
As if easel-like saying, “...a fall comes, but weilded, we will not.”

Struct by this beautiful defiant—first sight—palisade canvassing,
It’s then noticed that in between these two trees, there stood
A thin, naked—seemingly non-barked—skinny branched tree.
Her weakly appearance was if the wind should blow, poor she
And her branches would eventually become little fire-bit-chips;
Yet, just as defiantly, there she and her bowing branches stood.

Once again, nature allegorically canvas another inevitability:
The defiant survival spirit of the “have-nots” in the midst
Of the “haves” in the seasonal challenged of our daily lives.
No matter what may be the oppressive times we must bear,
Hope is the cross of crucifixion and the resurrection thereof;
Like challenged trees, we must likewise stand perpendicular
In undying hope and hope, when challenged by life’s nature:-

With this allegorical canvassing of nature’s divine wisdom and
guidance,
I continue on my drive to my precious labor of love—teaching
the children.
Beseeching, I ask God for traveling graces that I may arrive safe
and sound;
Free from harm, free from causing harm, and freely preventing
any harm.
Likewise, I give God the praises and thanks for another day
above ground;
To be in the nature of His service, by being in and of service
to fellow beings:-

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