After Imbolc, as spring awakens,
under inches of soil,
they are waiting to roar,
anticipitating the moment,
to thrust out, in vast spread.
Amorous sleepers,
that wake our senses,
year after year,
white heads,
that hang around in corners.
Temporary residents,
side by side,
go back to earth,
and hibernate.
Leave without struggle,
wait paitiently to waken,
and bloom again,
rise like hope,
pushed again,
from down below.
AMEN
Far from this madding crowd
As the birds that fly high above
their are some who are not among us
who follow forever
alpha and omegas pulse.
The articulate and confused
still seek some learning
get lost in blind faith
because of trust in ancient
books of judgement.
We can all gain strength,
in answering back
clinging in still ferocity
to the clasp of heaven's mercy.
Touching the earth,
feeling its love
sharing humanity's depths
until rivulets end
and all our tears run
in rivers of abadonment
their are some who are not among us
who follow forever
alpha and omegas pulse.
The articulate and confused
still seek some learning
get lost in blind faith
because of trust in ancient
books of judgement.
We can all gain strength,
in answering back
clinging in still ferocity
to the clasp of heaven's mercy.
Touching the earth,
feeling its love
sharing humanity's depths
until rivulets end
and all our tears run
in rivers of abadonment
beautiful words
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