A re-creation

The majesty of dogs impresses us –

Their solitary solidarity -

Loyalty to the death

Above these grey horizons

There is a promise, lingering….

these days, an ending is assumed,

that glorifies the stories of our lives:

making children, seeing things, listening,

Listening, to the music of our hearts’ desires.

Growing old by winter fires.

The sky darkened at noon

seas spewed forth

clouds of dazzling rain

what rainbows knew, we soon forgot.

So now a pulse of re-creation

Lends itself to me,

And you, and you, and all that good can do

for this lonely human heart:

little, unremembered acts of kindness and of love

grant us the keys of heaven

and God may lend us precious time

◄ Go tell the Riverman

BITE YOUR TONGUE ►

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Vautaw

Fri 3rd May 2019 01:59

Beautiful poem John❣️

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