I must arise and go now and go beyond the Pale, and a small forest grow there, a heart and mind remake. And I shall have some ease there, and peace to rest my limbs, and she will wait upon the seas, and walk on roots of birch and spruce. And I shall call her on the wind, like gull and hawk in sun.
I must clear out this festering way and take a mountain step across the lake that’s shaped my view, and bid my drive farewell. When oft I rest in thrall of moon, and bless the hour that’s struck, you’ll see me stride among the stars ‘mid leaves that paint a life sublime. I’ll draw my warmth from a fire she’ll set, and crack a bottle of wine.
Note: This poem was originally composed in 10 minutes – while being recited into my iphone. It took a lot longer than that to knock into this shape.
Not on my knees with head all bound in thorns, not in a pew prostrate before a god, not stooped, nor bent, a sinner supplicant, a poor unworthy man afraid to say: Like as the eagle soars astride the wind, like as the river flows from spring to sea, like as erratic stands upright and firm, a worthy creature proud to stride the land.
No more a child beset with guilt and shame, but grown attentive to the joy of light, humble as dust and underwhelmed by night, a star that shines and whispers love to all.
We move in prayer, our talent in our verse, we celebrate in time the universe.