Calmed like water
how can I be
worried when God’s own hand
smooths the crags and
crevasses and sand
the rocks the rain
and wind the stain
worn away and I’ll
be gone but they remain
the mountains eased
eternal rest
settled down the test
of time they seem
so solid yet the
ever changing face the
space the trees that cling
the clouds
ring peaks and show
me I am small, I’ll
be gone but they’ll go
on and on and on
Hi Dee- are you in the mountains? Seems a long time since my last visit (thank you for your continued visits)..Am going to look at the rest of your posts now..I am reading ‘The Passage’ at the moment – it makes me think of your writing and that sense of an ‘almost world’..have you read it? What do you think? Jae 🙂
I’m so glad you are back! Yes we are in the mountains. we will be at a cabin this weekend with no cell phone or computer service 🙂
I have just started The Passage – I’ll let you know what I think.
Good luck with ‘The Passage’ – it took me a while to pass the 100 page mark but I am glad I did..think I am about halfway through now!..enjoy the mountains..Jae …
Whoever said some of your poems read like slam poetry is right. There’s a certain rhythm and delivery that this one catches. You’d probably have some fun trying it, performing it: you and the other Paris slammers can open for the bluegrass folks. I don’t know how you feel about microphones, but ain’t nothin’ like reading poetry – your poetry – behind one. Even more cool would be to have the bluegrassers improvising behind you.
Lovely sentiment there, Dee. Sad but true, of course.