A river of clouds and splendor of light
Still without a name, it heaves forward
Time yields to nothing, living or dead
Shame considers itself and moves
But remains nearby to be used again.
But remains nearby to be used again.
Goodness considers itself and stands fast
Mankind stumbles but does well as the purpose is fulfilled
Mankind stumbles but does well as the purpose is fulfilled
A stone sees much and changes little
Green lives, but dies
Green lives, but dies
No time to waste
Still no need to lament, still no need to lament
Tears fall and stop the movement
Blocking new adventure, surrendering opportunity
A smile in a storm yields all that is important
More to see, more to know, more to love
Then bursts forth a new life, born through a splendor of light
and a river of clouds
Liked the imagery and metaphors brother. Deep stuff! You're rather soft hearted under all that gruff aren't ya!
ReplyDeleteThis truly was an ambien moment, around 12:30 am. It feels a little silly at this point. But I just took an an ambien, so I might start thinking it sounds good . . . thanks for tuning in.
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