My Life's Lens: March 2014

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Beyond Wild Blue Yonder

Roll back the sky Oh Lord
Peel back the wild blue yonder
That I may receive a diminutive glimpse
Of your Heavenly throne room

Let the clouds caught in vacuity drawn

Become my chariot
This bright vivid sun blotted out
Drowned out by your magnificent brilliant glory

Kneel will I at your throne

Eyes kept prostrate
Unable to glance up, your brilliance, your love too intense
But I see the scars in your feet Oh my King

Twenty four elders bow, cast their crowns before thee

Before you, I too cast my life’s crown
In the midst of angelic beings’ thundering chorus
“Worthy, Worthy the Lamb that was slain”

Before your throne of mercy

Here the aroma of incense permeates my soul
While peals of thunder commence, resound
Splendidly sounding like a sweet refrain

Here a man has no utterance

Nothing to paint with words or expression
Yet my spirit coalesced with yours
Bears me to be in Your presence

Beyond my flesh though

My spirit cries out for refreshment
Be glory and honor and power
Be Yours Lord Jesus forever

Out from the hostile environment surrounding occasion
A new beginning
The birthing ground gave them up
To the sky
To the air
Thousands of wings in movement
Demanding attention
Yet all is hushed
In this unshaded place we roamed
Walking the deserts meadow that day
Yet they flew
The heat of midday bothers them not
Some lived and died
But it seemed as if in this moment
They were enjoying
Sharing of themselves to us
In all directions they dispense themselves
Dawning this birth
Unto a destination unknown to us
And as all this beautiful chaos subsides
Observing this
Creation’s phenomena
Few are now left
We take this wonder in musing
And we return from whence we came

Somerset Bazaar

Will you be there?
Trinkets, lace, colorful thread and charms
Nestled against and amidst the forest green
A song for you I will play on my instrument
Or speak poems to you

Are you going there?

Under sycamore trees watching
Stroll the path over fallen leaves
Following the wind in your hair
Until you have arrived

I will gather myself to meet up with you

Wait will I by the well
We can leave the bazaar
The busy hum, the throng of crowd
Bartering with others we need not to

Bring with you your loom and your basket

Will you weave something special for me?
Maybe a scarf you can sew to keep winter away
With thimble and thread
I will play a song or read to you

I will play until you daydream of another situate

I will trade a poem for your darning
We can have dangling conversation
Language of words that float away
Washed away by late afternoon shadows

Until then I will musing

My thought will be of you
I will be waiting to hear of you
Your arrival
To the Somerset Bazaar

Through A Sleepy Town

A yawn
At daylights dawn
It stays the same
When the day is gone

A tumbleweed here

And a tumbleweed there
Roll along derelict train rails
Chronicles a story of dreams and rundown tales

Few buildings left in this rural decay

It seems to stretch and fold its arms
Hanging its drowsy head
Sentiments and borders, safe within, no fear of harm

I perceive this town has been in slumber

For many days now, month and or years
Nary a sound of laughter or speech
Just strewn about rusted machinery of broken gears

It appears that it used to be animated

Commerce, shops and business
People make a community
But present at hand, here, is emptiness

Overgrown underbrush though is in full use

By scurrying and winged creatures roving about
Seminal, capable of development and ideas
Its resolve to wake, its being, is in obvious doubt

This town would rather be keen to nap

Than to slightly wake or frown
But it’s time for me to pass through and on
Through this quaint, pleasantly strange, sleepy town

The Din Of A Distant Caravan

From afar I heard the sound
So I drew near
To the rim on the hill I found

Following wagon tracks

Through dandelions and dew
A din from a distant caravan
Resonance that drew

Of song and dance

From circled wagons amidst pitched tents
A band of nomadic gypsies
Celebrating a certain bent

They whirled and they twirled

With timbrels in dance they embrace
Penny whistles chime with melody as voices lyric
Of a Savior and His amazing grace

I descended the hill to join their dance in the midnight field

Hoping to find a welcoming invite
To make merry and worship
With them on this starry night

Hands now I join and embrace

A daydream merriment under a midnight sun
With those like me
Partaking of grace that encompasses the Holy One

Sunblush

Behind the backdrop of an enormous horizon
The sun her umbrella
She dances, swaying about with the wind
Moving about, her shadow now playing catch up
She resonates but with no sound

At a distance you can see her smiling

Unaware of you, she continues on
You sense her ecstatic joy
Her freedom draws you in
That tingle on your skin, is it the warmth of the sun
Or is it her
Starting to resonate within your soul

Still unaware of you

This daughter of Eve continues
Lost in dance with the sun
A slow twirl with balance and charm
You want to draw near
Take her by the hand, and join the bliss

But shyly all you can do is to look up

Staring into the sun
Eyes blinking in the brilliance and the sun, he seems to blush
You yearn to take her into your arms
But today it’s the sun’s dance
Today he is her partner

^{Copyright
2014 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Arden's Kiss

Oh those days when we were young
It was the days of elementary
This new sentiment felt but not truly understood
The first pull of the feminine mystique
Blonde and blue eyed captured more than I could articulate
She was intriguing
I was the boy on puppet strings
Something in the way we were, always inseparable
She led me under that elderly oak tree by the hand
Under its boughs, its sway and shadows
A simple kiss
No fireworks so to speak
No expectations to frame upon
Old sweet memories revived
I wonder… how many first kisses did that old tree smile upon
I wonder if it still stands there today?
Ah! Sweet Arden, pray that life has been good to you
Thank you for the memory!

A Winters Day Settling

Respiring anxiously at the vast ocean elongated above
Oh would you hesitate for moments more
Waves of sundown vividly crashing through eyesight and senses
Inhibitions cast, I am in a manner to find a way to you

Soaked and swirled blue pastels

Pink vermillion wrapped, caught in a sky webbed with cotton
Strewn across the dipping horizon, radiating
Conflagrations enraptured with crimson blue
Hush the blushing pink and periwinkle winking sky

I clamber to chase this settling to fall asleep in the sundown

To attain, float about, saturate in the wide of this vista
But coming up lacking to be where you are
I seize some clouds
Only to find you moving onto another days horizon

Gravity dances and pulls you from me

Oh would you hesitate for moments more
Alas, nevertheless ‘tis another tomorrow
I will be waiting…tomorrow

A Summer Dream That Never Was

That summer day arrived but never was
Because the sky above was never blue
Unable to squeeze the shoreline restive
For no more was the ocean
Is this just another sunshine daydream?

Waves became desiccated

So we walked the sand land, speaking intermittently
We collect, we smile
Trading sand dollars for coin
To acquire and obtain each other’s murmuring thoughts

Once saturated with marine life

We now behold with eyes of rumination
An undersea garden laid bare now unfurls itself
You take my hand with yours, we experience the coarse sense together
Of exposed pink and aqua coral reefs
Watching sea flora blooming, surrounding in a mayhem of colors

A single seahorse arrives, seemingly misplaced

With eyes beckoning us to journey
Under a fuller sun we mount our steed
He bears us through the romance of this all
I look back but there are no hoof prints

For us, some kind reckoning now initiates
I have never felt more alive…but a sense of sagacity grips me
Am I dreaming? Or is it you?

A Nighttime Flight

Brushing supple aspen branches aside
Under stars twinkling exceeding above
Drawing breath in the nighttime mountain air
Groping, moving, feeling my way, at ease
Verily this path have I rambled on many a time

Branches give way to the diminutive clearing

An alpine meadow sweats its scents
I do not feign, or hold my enthusiasm
Forward I look to my nighttime flight

Recollections of summers spent

Deluge emotions of my early youth
As I now stand before “the tree”
Still sturdy all these years

She is still there, waiting for me…my swing

A weather beaten board
Her ropes still clinging
Reaching up to the uppermost chambers of the pine

I sit, grabbing the bulky ropes

Feeling the all too familiar roughness
Still for awhile, eyes shut
Listen do I

Quiet envelops all around

The forest lays silent
The ropes moan and ache in movement
Back and forth…gently, ever so slowly my pace stirs
Tree, rope and board creaking with age

I now am on my nighttime flight…alone

Blinking, winking stars and the Milky Way come into view
Then momentarily disappears under the pine
Then returns in my movements

I have the sense of a child again

Free from care
To wonder and dream
And for this night, just for a few moments…to fly

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