The Keep
The majesty of the trees are silhouette upon the night skies,
While a wind calls forth the choir of their leaves in voices gentle and
serene.
And the forest sounds of abundant life are surely their assembled orchestra.
My soul whispers I must kneel in awe and with reverence of the sacred
moment.
For how can I by such revelation not be carried to the Most High Holy Place
And in turn blessed by the raptured vision of God's Spirit manifest.
Soon, I am warmed by pillars of the Dawn's light through Trees now defined.
Voices awakened sing to me of humble rebirth and the gift of a new Day.
The morning's dew bids me to drink deep my soul's longing. I can thirst
no more.
Thus, I am risen to a beckoning of the Forest's tent and told I may
dwell evermore.
Suddenly, the Goddess sends forth Her Sparrow to proclaim me Her chosen
Child.
My worldly wardrobe is stripped from me as I am clothed by Her nature
Divine.
So are we all blessed
And so are we all One.
The Seeker's robe is gone.
And what revealed is but God.
"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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Is this the one you had published?
Certainly "pretty" but also delusional.
. I like the fact that you post yours, because it inspires me to write responses.
Sense of Awe, By Brian37
How cruel you are
Evolution
To allow us to dream
Drunk on placebos
Looking at the pretty
Forgetting the nasty
Inserting superstition
In place of a gap
How strong this urge
To be lazy
In seeking comfort
To make sense of it all
I need not of deties
To see the pretty
And just as awsome
Is the distruction
A super nova, a black hole
The speed of light
Our bountiful emptyness
Between celestial bodies
That silhouette
Of sleeping trees
Rustling leaves
Against the starry sky
Impressive and inspiring
But what an illusion
For that same sky
Harbors hurricanes
The older trees
Last much longer
While humans die
Every day
Cockroaches
And bacteria
Outnumber humans
Exponentially
Divine
Some want to claim
When off this dot
We cant escape
Full of death
In all its forms
From disease to crime
And useless war
What a deadbeat
He must be
With folded arms
He watches our toil
I prefer
A natural answer
Both good and bad
Are merely what is
I have no need
For childish tales
Penned in antiquity
When we didn't know better.
"We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers."Obama
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"You can't write a chord ugly enough to say what you want to say sometimes, so you have to rely on a giraffe filled with whip cream."--Frank Zappa
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Slow clap. I stopped for about 30 seconds after reading those two verses.