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Reflections On A Question Not Asked (James Watkins)

 

I would not worship nature,

but

watch the firestorm

of evening Eden’s

colliding with collars of stars,

bordering the spreading blankets...

flowing....floating on mist.

 

Here deep spells

Speak to rising hearts-

Dreams failed-

Then flourishing in the fading light.

 

Many the meetings in mirrors,

Reflection souls,

Broken and healed,

Sing out, hearing the cry

Wishing, then wondering-

Then washed by

colors of the night.

 

I would not worship nature

but stop at the quietest

whisper of deep drowsy forests,

drumming wooden warmth

lost in caverns, ascending in autumns,

forsaken in fragments of the glowing day

 

Flying upward they rose like hatred

from disasters that waited like

the wolves of wicked years-

And came to gentler portions,

To break the chain of fear.

 

Messianic molecules, riding silver linings,

eliminating lizards and snakes in the grass..

That tore at seasons, then slithered into

cold corners to wait for easier prey.

 

Come softer than nature,

in wounded revelations,

In waves of subtle summers,

in winters and springs-

 

Come straighter and stronger

on strict lines of deft decisions

resting by quietest waters

of heart streams

that have come home

to the

fountain of the universe.

 

James Watkins 12-31-08

 

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