Spring Breeze
The pedestals are gone what is left? “Dark wells fill from the bottom” and “I bend my ear.” Dreams dreamed books read words spoken fears not uttered the one about: is this all there is now? Time for the marvel of the seed sown the miracle of the acorn/tree the love of the flowing river. The revelation that nature is substance not consequence - this, the dictate of my heart. It brings me peace just to think of it.
Peter Bisson
Posted at 01:19h, 25 JuneThank you Grace!
Ada MacDonald
Posted at 07:33h, 25 JuneLovely!
Carolyn.lombard
Posted at 09:46h, 25 JuneWell done Grace. Very meaningful.
Janet Somerville
Posted at 22:56h, 26 JuneJanet Somerville asks>>
“The revelation that nature is substance,
not consequence…”
Would you expand on that one for me, Grace? My faint memories of studying Thomas Aquinas give me some ideas of what you mean…but I’d love to hear it your way.
Thanks for the poem!
love, Janet
Grace Colella
Posted at 08:22h, 02 JulyHi Janet,
What I meant by substance and not consequence is that nature comes from our Creator and is not made by humans.