Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Free verse

To Eden Part Ii

A stone's cast ----

   but what great arm has set about the motion?

   was not the first mother reared? ----

   her children on the smiles of angels?

   her womb filled with devotional design;

   to flourish to some end with hope in God's motivation?


..... back to the (garden), with this posy and its ink near end,

   and its quill dipped still in mystique;

   yet I did not come (here) by chance,

   nor was my mother born from some heathen improbability,

   there can come no answers in doubt;

   for fear of the wolves the woods are too shadowed

   and loiter most grimly,

   always death on the wind....


I shall not doubt the design in the weave the Great Artist

   hath woven, and what magic touch with the world's eye in mind;

   only the dullard doubts the infinite graces in the reflecting pool,

   and the skeptic accursed without revelation -----

   his own child but water, flesh and bone

   and the cold earth but waits for him,

   in the bellies of fattened worms;

   when death's breath whispers and curls and furls 

   as serpent wisp-mists, coiling to mortal truth ----

   he shall cling to God and eternity! 


Have I died a thousand deaths?

   walked the cool of earth ere?

   tasted of the sweet nectar of love,

   and the bounties beyond death?

That we will to live, and climb to some end,

   the jagged-precipice, and toil to experience

   and seek the Final Mighty Mount ----

   is our great testimony to eternity;


To leave our fingerprint upon the world,

   and slip into paradise as a welcomed wind 'neath its door.....

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Charmaine Chircop July 8, 2014 at 5:41 PM You left your fingerprint upon my world many times with the way you think and pen 'magic'."Fantastic!!

Elaine George July 2, 2014 at 9:16 PM Awesome..... This moves live a billowing sail that has caught the wind and moves the ship so gracefully through a sea of tranquility. I love the line...no answers can be found in doubt...simply brilliant. bfn, your friend in poetry Lainie I too, am a Canadian from Ontario Keith O.J. Hunt July 3, 2014 at 2:41 PM Glad you enjoyed my (Canuck) sis! Always, Keith

Farhana Akter June 28, 2014 at 12:13 PM Great

Nette Onclaud June 26, 2014 at 1:10 PM keith, your language is an affirmation to all the meaning brought forth...so much more than words... huggs!

Arthur Vaso June 24, 2014 at 9:15 PM You are a classical story teller in verse, I am empty of words to say how amazing this poem is!!!

Carolyn Devonshire June 22, 2014 at 3:38 PM I think we set our own course in life, often by seeking the "Great Artist's" guidance, Keith. Life's journey does seem to be a climb on a "jagged precipice" and I believe we'll find our way back to Eden when death comes. Perhaps we have all died a "thousand deaths," but still struggle to leave "our fingerprint upon the world." I'd love to read a book of your poetry. I'll be sharing both Part 1 and Part 2 with my sister. Faves for both. Love, Carolyn Keith O.J. Hunt June 23, 2014 at 5:51 PM Hey wonderful, hope your sister enjoys too; I believe in reincarnation, i believe we've all had many past lives; I looked at your contest --- 16 contestants now! I was told I was a man of royalty (or leader?) in my past life. I never thought about it much, but if I get a 'zap' to write a poem about it anytime soon, I'll enter it... Love~~~Keith