From Whence Comes Life


Cherished house in the forest
walls that shelter those inside
age as time permits;
floor sags beneath the feet
barely perceived
transparent windows cloud the vision
keeping from the cathedral
that which exists only
in the world seen through them
like a Shakespearean play
pondered for weeks to understand
what hidden meaning therein lies,
but some will enter this sacred cathedral
for a time each day of their own choosing;
and capture the knowledge
of the language spoken there
by the wind and the whistle-birds
that come and go with the seasons
and know the sentinels of the temple
that reach to save the sun and rain,
amost extinguished by the hand of man
cannot be possessed
for they too are created
by the one who is the end
and also the beginning

......Dave T   September 2004

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