Creative Endeavours
or Feeding the Artistic Soul
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Like a Heathen
Like a heathen, I let the sun warm me awake And thought of Donne but rose alone To wander a wooded lane well-dressed with summer sun In silence broken by bird call But no soul to break my fast. The wind walked lightly in treetops Gossiping of nature things And rabbits guarding the brush edges…
A True Note
I want to lift a song of praise to You, LordAnd have its notes fall as clear and brightOn the day as birdsong,Unsullied by varying interpretationsOr the applications and miscalculations of even my loving,Yes, my loving neighbor bound by the constraintsOf experience, empathy, education, expression.Pure ecstatic praise so incapable of misconstruationThat may in one wondrous…
The Awakening
Do you smell it? Be still in the warming sun. Smell the North forest Stretch out of its long dark nap To the rising birdsong that will not still. Let it drag you too from the damp chill, This primal aroma of the midyear solstice. A soul’s awakening for us all— Gaia’s children drawing strength…
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