Ever refreshing to my being
As the dew that fell on Hermon
Bringing new life to the seared psyche
of this particular earthly vermin
Designed to be made in your image
I regularly miss the mark
Treating this momentous opportunity
as little more than a lark
What is your favorite color? It seems it might be green.
All encompassing springing to life
In scene after scene after scene
I have wasted what you graciously offered
I see this clearly now with aged eyes
To know you and to love you an unfolding
Eternal surprise
Caught up in the minutia of being
I allowed myself to lose sight
With the time that remains me take these scales
From my eyes relieve me please of this plight
Evergreen life giving you have always
been and always you will be
Bring life anew to these dried bones
to rejoice for all seeing to see
Thank you for allowing this audience with you
YOU who made all things
Strike each day my hearts chord
undampered by me fully ring
Categories:
hermon, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Lunar Revelation
Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.
In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.
Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.
Categories:
hermon, allegory, analogy, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Prose