Nature's Imagio

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After awhile it will not matter,

As if it could have …

As if it could have …

Even as

The sky shakes off dark clouds in the formless falling rain,

… and yet can and does hold near and dear the unfolding

wings of an avenging angel as she prays to the morning epiphany

rising in the Eastern sun.

 

It will not matter to the angry sea

… if the truth marches on--in the path of its parting, or the bones

of the dead washed upon unnamed shores in the awesome hands

of time, gaunt and emaciated like sun-blanched driftwood… glistening.

in the noon day.

 

It will not matter to the yellow songbird, or to the hallowed ground

beneath our feet, or to the retreating undulating worm,

nor to the fragrance of an orange, cherry blossom

or to the eternal rite of Spring in the purple lilac bush or to the

white butterfly as he flies against a harsh and cold wind yearning

for his warm moth-heart

It will not matter to the memory of how love had begun or

how it ended,

how the singer rhymed in an equidistant melody, and how the Tibetan

gong

reverberates deeply or how a singing bowl is a but a beggar's

offering.

 

It will not matter, after awhile,

for we have loved, and we have loved well;

And in this,

Our hero's journey:

this ungodly surrender to an ancient calling,

who can say and be assured,

 

That we who have loved

And saw love pass away in the stillness of our silent hearts,

That our love shall be unbound,

… be reborn in the ways of faith that love can and will survive

in the true and evergreen nature of man and woman,

in the raw and tender bleeding flesh of our humanity and our human

fall into grace, in everlasting passion and compassion,

in the heart of the village idiot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

8/29/06

 

Anna