Contemplation
Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:06 pm
Contemplation
With seasons’ days long winter owned,
but on this evening summer cloned,
I strolled along a wind swept beach
where gentle waves just out of reach
tempted my sun warmed feet.
I wondered then, whence they had come,
marching to celestial drum
across cold depths of ocean floor
to kiss and then depart a shore
they’d journeyed far to greet.
What wild wind’s music tripped and danced,
to which rogue waves in heat, romanced
the sun by day, the moon by night,
as if with Gods they need unite
before they must retreat?
Did broken shell, sun bleached, lying,
long forgotten, naked, drying,
sleeping on an ancient sand
relive a life that once, though bland,
in dreams become so sweet?
I looked up to the strident cry
of gulls afloat in fading sky,
and watched the late sun’s rays bestow
their last gold blush on clouds below;
a masterpiece complete.
And as I felt the night’s approach;
its armies of the dark encroach.
I stood and thought on all He’d made,
while dancing foam on wave tops played;
unyielding, though effete.
In awe I turned my head to gaze
across the ocean’s misty haze,
as notions of forever time
bewitched me on this night sublime,
for just one moment fleet.
And so I set my steps to home
not feeling now so much alone,
but one with earth and wind and tide
where angels surely must abide
and earth and heaven meet
There on this lonely shadowed strand
of cooling beach and darkling sand,
I sensed a life in sea and shore
of here, of now, of long before,
a wonderment replete.
With seasons’ days long winter owned,
but on this evening summer cloned,
I strolled along a wind swept beach
where gentle waves just out of reach
tempted my sun warmed feet.
I wondered then, whence they had come,
marching to celestial drum
across cold depths of ocean floor
to kiss and then depart a shore
they’d journeyed far to greet.
What wild wind’s music tripped and danced,
to which rogue waves in heat, romanced
the sun by day, the moon by night,
as if with Gods they need unite
before they must retreat?
Did broken shell, sun bleached, lying,
long forgotten, naked, drying,
sleeping on an ancient sand
relive a life that once, though bland,
in dreams become so sweet?
I looked up to the strident cry
of gulls afloat in fading sky,
and watched the late sun’s rays bestow
their last gold blush on clouds below;
a masterpiece complete.
And as I felt the night’s approach;
its armies of the dark encroach.
I stood and thought on all He’d made,
while dancing foam on wave tops played;
unyielding, though effete.
In awe I turned my head to gaze
across the ocean’s misty haze,
as notions of forever time
bewitched me on this night sublime,
for just one moment fleet.
And so I set my steps to home
not feeling now so much alone,
but one with earth and wind and tide
where angels surely must abide
and earth and heaven meet
There on this lonely shadowed strand
of cooling beach and darkling sand,
I sensed a life in sea and shore
of here, of now, of long before,
a wonderment replete.
