Showing posts with label Musings of S. Wilson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings of S. Wilson. Show all posts

Thursday, September 4, 2008

To Have All...






Things that shed love
things that shed fear
things that bring comfort
things that bring fortune
All things that encompass who and what...

Such complex human emotion
stirs such beauteous passion,
to be written
to be lived
to be given...
is it only human
is it all about ours...

In Nature, it is about all
in Nature it is about growth
it is about a gift that lives on
to all...
all will share in beauty
all will share in harvest
all will dwell in
the all...

The ancients new of the all
where did we lose all
was it greed
was it the winds, the waters, the Nature
was it the new man
incapable of seeing
the all
is it because of 'the Jones'
that we have lost sight of our brothers
to have it all...

What is your all
can you give more
to have all
will you see more to have all
will you feel more to have all
is natural to have all
is to be born again
for all...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Shadow shot Sunday--Oh, Loud Thunder




Your forest shadow echos in my heart
of a day in my youth when I walked your
depths before the waters came.
Once lush canopy hovered majestic
over deer trail and human path
turning an adventurous child
into a Native American legend.
We could run as 'wild Indians'
and no one was offended by a word.
In youth there is no prejudice
only a moment to run free into history.
To run and jump high with the wind
to soar with the eagle.

The scars of humanity fence you in now
only by boat can I get to your trail.
But your beauty remains steady
in an uncertain world.
Shadow on shadows
beauty and nought
I write with tears in my heart
secretly knowing the future
knowing what is my fate
knowing what is yours.
Your great green mounds
whisper the secret to my being
I will always walk your path
in beauty
I will always walk your path
in beauty
It is finished.