April 18, 2012
I once climbed a mountain.
I was searching for a message
That would unfold I thought
Like perhaps a scroll of light
Unloosing butterflies of truth
As clouds of angels sang
Their hallelujahs.
But the upward way was dry.
The path was tight.
My lungs were full of bags of sand.
And on I climbed.
The path root-runged beneath the trees.
And only when I neared the top
Did the ragged woods unveil the sky.
The quilted countryside lay blanketed below.
All shrouded in the distant hazy blue.
I wanted just to cling to solid ground.
I found a rock as warm as skin, and tight and round.
I settled down. I'd brought some food
And while I rummaged through the bag, appeared
The vision I had sought but did not know.
He was just as close as me and you – eye level, too.
Seemingly suspended in the blue.
And in the silence of his flight
His white head set upon some future sight
He seemed all majesty and knowing as he flew.
The earth spread out below
What I sought to know, he knew.
TIP:
Enter the amount, and click "Tip" to submit!
mlambere
scupper
Dianne Schuch - Lindsey
Poor Woman
hilarad
skypixie0
Salon.com
Comments
;-)
.
"Unloosing butterflies of truth
As clouds of angels sang
Their hallelujahs."
Really liked the last line:
"What I sought to know, he knew."
best, libby