Mirror Moon

 

Image courtesy of the Academy of Classical Design, Glendale Springs 

 

Mystic moon,
riding voiles of dusk
earth hangs deathly still
in the light of your
seed of honesty
you calibrate years
in bakers' dozens
turning tides within
and oceans onshore
never begotten
though not for want of
moonshine and wishing

Mirror moon,
you hide the far side
while the world reflects
in your rear view glass
craving salvation
O moon, is it time?

 

 Image courtesy of David Vickery, Courthouse Gallery, Ellsworth, Maine

 

 

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Lift Thine Eyes

 

Bridal Procession on Hardanger Fiord - Hans Gude (with a little assistance from Adolph Tidemand).

 

 

Lift thine eyes, O lift thine eyes,
behold the mountain's crown,
heed not a frailty of craft,
rough rocks and storms that drown

Above the tumult of blind strife,
there lies a clearer sphere,
where angels weave a tapestry
from sunlit shadows here

That's from whence our help shall come,
a guide through life's defiles
to heaven's Revelation,
the Hope of misty miles

 

 

Into the Light - Hans Gude (with a little assistance from Adolph Tidemand).

Verses based on Psalm 121

Art: Hans Gude, Norwegian Romantic landscape painter, March 13, 1825 - August 17, 1903

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Ruining The Negative

 

 

At Independence Pass
perched on the scythe edge
of a predicament
did you discover
the landscape
formed a route
to Independence?

Or did you Pass?

Steady the lens
keep focused on the peaks
that way
the abyss
cannot exist
lean, and it will
become God's foothold.

 

 

Images courtesy of Trey McCarley

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Silver And Gold Have I None...

 

 Harking back to 2012...a lifetime ago!

 

 

Febrile kindled flame
gathering energy on

deluged thoroughfares

banishing our ruined dreams

fresh vision broadcast

 

the nation focused
reminiscent spectacle

of our heritage

gone the touchstone of its soul

the flint and tinder

 

struck by our forebears
tillers of the untamed earth

servants and soldiers

merchants, miners and martyrs

bringers of quick light

 

vicarious now
the hope of saving glory

coffers overdrawn

no securities gilt-edged

faint hearts overwrought

 

seams, today seamless
our lottery's tarnished coin

spent and spent again

the lure of medals hinting

new Jerusalem

 

Seize the pick, the pen, the spade
the simple plough and harrow

bind up wounds, support the sick

life's not fair's true sportsmanship

our children's gold tomorrow!

 


 

from Mysteries of Light (collection in preparation)

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