bald winter moment

Today I sit on frozen rock
waiting
watching
the white lake of snow spread out
wings gently beneath my feet.
Slowly the cold seeps in. It
keeps me awake. Alive enough to witness
what life would subtly concede.
Today the white arms of winter
hold up the horizon - the world is open,
inviting, free.

This is a window. One of the edges
I am drawn to.
At the edge there is wilderness
and release
the death of concern.
Standing upon this border
one knows at once home's solace
and adventure's beckoning.
A birds eye view of paradox
reality.
Here I breathe,
begin to be.

I am standing here!
It is the edge of my being!
and I am a tree - rooted -
but branches dip, rise, sway
as potent silver winds break
through leaves -
with unrestrained embrace.

It is baptism. It is seasons.
It is what life would cry given
tongue to speak.
But we are pioneers
to whom the task belongs
to discover and believe.

finally...

After the seas are all cross’d, (as they seem already cross’d)
After the great captains and engineers have accomplish’d their work,
After the noble inventors, after the scientists, the chemist, the geologist, the ethnologist,
Finally comes the poet worthy of that name,
The true son of God shall come singing his songs.

-Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass

to one and many

you are a hunter
in the field of your
soul's loneliness.

day after night
after evening after
dawn - endlessly
you are driven on

in search of a harbor
for your cry.
your 'greatness'
hides you - both
disguise and dilemma
- all too oft
betrayer of need.

but, in summer's green embrace,
open up your eyes. see
the shadow of your beloved
draw near
bending down
to touch your face.

not a poem but...

beautiful -
from Blaise Pascal:

"The Christian's God does not consist merely of a God who is the author of mathematical truths...but the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob. The God of the Christians is a God of love and consolation: he is a God who fills the soul and heart of those whom he possesses: he is a God who makes them inwardly aware of their wretchedness and his infinite mercy: who united himself with them in the depths of their soul: who fills it with humility, joy, confidence and love: who makes them incapable of having any other end but him."

Also,

"The way of God who disposes all things with gentleness, is to instil religion into our minds with reasoned arguments and into our hearts with grace, but attempting to instil it into hearts and minds with force and threats is to instil not religion but terror."