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Terry Hillmon Poem
Water
To obey no law, but gravities very
own and harbor so much life; so
much death.
Power in every ounce to sway to an
unheard rhythm danced by only
streams,
lakes and rivers. Yes they feel the
silent melodies handed down from
their
benefactors: the sea, and oceans.
Independent for need of nothing or
no one.
Older than time itself and the most
highs trusted advisor.
Did you know waters devotion to
God is equal to everyone and none at
all?
Equal?
Geez, I’m thirsty. To be drank, wholly
consumed and to come back as you
were
before. Water.
To fall from the heavens and pollute
the earth with your purity!
Who gives you the right to save so
many lives, to keep humanity
dependent on
you?
“Huh”, persuasive you are to use
your elegant beauty to induce men to
believe in
your benevolent colors you behold,
which traps the golden hearts of
men – Yes.
Secret beholder, you are a vow to
never tell when told, to baptize the
soul of
believers, to remain as humble as
the north winds.
A true sustainer you are with an
endearing revelation to all who
listen.
By Terry L. Hillmon
“It is part of the nature of every
definitive love that sooner or later it
can reach the beloved only in
infinity.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Copyright © Terry Hillmon | Year Posted 2013
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