We live in what a world
that
whorls
and whirligigs with giant feet
upon
its
waters splashing along as if
its
coastland
His hem not even
wet
like flying fish Peter’s hands
flip and
flop
into the palms of Christ
who
sets
His disciple back in the boat
mercy’s
in
Christ’s eyes His Father smiles
shines
the Holy Spirit
Angels applaud all the glory
as
for
earthlings there’s a story
Perhaps you hail from verdant coastlands,
or from rolling hills blanketed by trees,
or from the lofty perches of the mountains,
or from the banks of some strong river.
And though I was born in marshy coastland,
and have known the comfort of swaddling trees,
and felt my heart surge at the glories of the mountains,
and been hypnotized by the hidden tongue of the river,
my heart was forged in the plains.
Naked to the sky,
daunting and inviting,
stark and raw.
A soul can grow strong there,
where there's nowhere to hide.
Where truth burns like the shadeless beams of sunlight.
The eye that roves the horizon
and finds little there,
must turn instead to the contours within.
Such beautiful, dangerous features
to be found
in the heart.
27 November 2022
Skies above they are true
aqua color spaces water you
Midland coastland views
sweetest shoots blueberry grapes tomatoes
Damson, Concord grape,
Elderberry Black currant, Plum, Berry black,
Blueberry does true
swish of the wind sounds views
Sound of you ripples in the waters true
So drips and falls on the grasses do
Those the breeze in the summer do
Also blue those tears
You cry it flows out your eyes
Your lips taste blueberry grapes
And raisin
When I am so sad
My fears and depression seasonal changes
From fall-winter
From Summer spring
My eyes, my mind, my heart vested so true
awesome eyewitnessing
BLUE .
The year is five thousand BC
Yet ships that sail that year are full of beauty
They have no cannons but otherwise like ships discovery age they would be
With huge white awe inspiring sails whistling in the wind as ship sails the sea
They carry cargo from distant land
The cargo that in only few places can be found and is in high demand
The precious rocks are carried carefully so the ship will not get strand
They are transmitters of energy brought by the ship sailing near coastland
The stones master craftsmen will arrange
Forming a Stonehenge
But something is different about this Stonehenge
There is an orchard of trees within its range
The trees and stones protect against backlash of destiny
This is what their base assignment will be
Communicating with ultimate consciousness they will be
The importance of their power grows beyond very destiny they are perfect in their mesmerizing majesty
That’s where my soul will free
The rhythm of my feet's ancestry
My chest heaves, filled with air
Charging, galloping in tune we dare
Dolphins swimming seas of vast grassland
Playing in marked, territorial coastland
Moving in sync on a hunt to spear
Side by side, we kill with no fear
In a league of our own atop Kilimanjaro
A zebra of warriors chasing tomorrow
I look at them and I feel welcome
We stride and pound the ground home
I lose my breath, they are my oxygen tank
Run for days and nights safe from attack
Move into the long stretch of a dark canyon
I never tier because with them I’m a Kenyan
Glacial ice melting
The climate suddenly changes
Old relationships.
When the blue jay sings
Listen how wide it ranges
The boundary of spring.
After rain rainbow
Thunder makes the coastland smile
Faith provides the oil.
So I map landscapes
With audacity to see
Change, a boomerang.
I search through petals
To find a woman's soft heart
Felt a bumbled sting
No bridge left to cross
Love drowns everything in tears
So the cuckoo sings
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