We For a Moment No Longer Contemplate Death

We For A Moment No Longer Contemplate Death

Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath
In Nature I yearn a cool breeze and quiet hour
We for a moment no longer contemplate death
And beloved Spring dares to gift us a shower.

Let's pray for a calm life, love and leisurely sit
As the green grasses lounge in silent fortitude
That the dark of earth raises not its hand to hit
And we may with Lord's grace see dawn's best attitude.

And a true soft silence that the eager heart begs
For truth, only motion is the breathing of time
And nothing disturbs broken boughs on magic pegs
Or human spirit as it enjoys Nature's clime.

Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath.
We for a moment no longer contemplate death.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
April 26, 1972

Note: 
Life is a rapid stream cutting through rough edge stone.
And man lives far too often by his skin and bones.
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Bowring Avatar
July 28, 2023 at 9:31 AM
A beautiful, well written sonnet Robert. So enjoyed reading it.Thank you for sharing. Warmest wishes.
Romios Avatar
July 20, 2023 at 4:44 AM
Good work Robert! A wonderful philosophy for this day, or for life! Thank you PR
Lindley Avatar
July 23, 2023 at 7:13 AM
Thank you, my very good friend. A friend had passed away and I wrote this while contemplating hat grievous loss.
Kauffman Avatar
July 18, 2023 at 11:39 AM
Bob, what a soft and serene prayer for the touch of serenity of "solitudes" that reach into nature's heart. So lovely. So life-giving in the midst of chaos that is death to our spirit and impedes our pilgrimage to holiness and wholeness. Blessings of peace and the grace of solitude to you. Thank you for this beautiful gift of poetry.
Lindley Avatar
July 18, 2023 at 3:05 PM
Thank you, my friend. Far too often we are just too busy to stop and smell the roses. Then we wake up in our old age and ask where did all that time go? Nature teaches us if we but go out into its beauty to truly learn. God bless..
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