Matanzas Sundown-Venus Setting
A tobacco colored sunset over the Intracoastal Waterway at The Matanzas Inlet below Saint Augustine, Florida.
DOORWAYS (JHWatkins)
Our lives are spent near doorways,
Corridors between heaven and earth-
Mechanisms of the spirit-
Power grids with junctions-
On the borders of decisions-
And destiny generations.
Many have sensed them,
Watched and known
Channels of change,
Releasing forces,
That seasons have sown
Since the beginning-
Leaving footsteps to follow.
Some found them
Under redwood cathedrals,
Soft canopy mists,
Where winter rains washed
The soul survivors,
That could not have grown
Until they had gone
To sing in arenas of angels.
Others surprised the morning,
Resisting by rolling waters,
Speaking to dawn stars,
Bidding the night adieu-
Where the quiet
Was louder than the roaring future,
And, left with one clean choice,
Lit the fuse
That started the fire-
And changed their world.
James Watkins
Matanzas Sundown-Venus Setting
A tobacco colored sunset over the Intracoastal Waterway at The Matanzas Inlet below Saint Augustine, Florida.
DOORWAYS (JHWatkins)
Our lives are spent near doorways,
Corridors between heaven and earth-
Mechanisms of the spirit-
Power grids with junctions-
On the borders of decisions-
And destiny generations.
Many have sensed them,
Watched and known
Channels of change,
Releasing forces,
That seasons have sown
Since the beginning-
Leaving footsteps to follow.
Some found them
Under redwood cathedrals,
Soft canopy mists,
Where winter rains washed
The soul survivors,
That could not have grown
Until they had gone
To sing in arenas of angels.
Others surprised the morning,
Resisting by rolling waters,
Speaking to dawn stars,
Bidding the night adieu-
Where the quiet
Was louder than the roaring future,
And, left with one clean choice,
Lit the fuse
That started the fire-
And changed their world.
James Watkins