Moultrie Creek Afternoon Skies

creation spoke to me at sunset

 

creation spoke to me at sunset,

under canopy of fading sight,

in groves of winded whispers,

ancient oaks waiting for the night.

 

sun-bathed clouds through

dazzling leaves,

dazed and dancing free-

brilliant evening glories,

rhymed in poignant harmony.

 

sequined, fragranced beauties-

set in ocean dreams-

softly magnified by waters,

running slow to salty streams.

 

lingering beside them,

to breathe the evening sea,

i listened to the placid voice

that feathered on the breeze.

 

“remember what you see here-

do not forget this place-

write it on your memory-

do not let time erase”-

 

this victory won in silence-

as patience conquered haste-

foundationed now

in sacred soil,

solidified and safe.

 

still delving deep through solid sod,

continuing to bend,

beneath the ground

it rooted down,

to build its strength again.

 

did not begin to prosper,

until it’s hold was right-

then slowly grew in majesty,

upward to the light.

 

to flourish for

a thousand years,

before the sons of men-

and quietly tell its story,

to all that pass within.

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james watkins 05-07

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