“Run!” My feet plead as I stand before it all.
The sky stretches far beyond my small body as wind tosses grass about.
“Go.” Whispers my hands, aching to reach out and propel me forward.
Shadows play over a vast patchwork quilt of alfalfa and sage.
“Move.” Says the wind as it dances around my ears.
Sunlight warms my skin, enhancing a feeling of sleepiness.
“Step.” Thrums my heart, quickening as my pupils constrict in excitement.
And as a stick thrown into a gurgling stream, I surged.
We played upon the gentle graces of Summer’s last breath.
Between tree and water, our lives stood still.
Before us lay a pool of inspiration,
Waiting to be released upon willing minds.
The sun warmed our skin, even as a whisper of fall came calling.
Around us, leaves began to turn and our very bones felt a subtle shift.
“Winter is coming.” The earth spoke to us.
To live and be full,
To die and leave empty.
I cry more tears to keep your heart afloat.
You have none, yet give me all.
Where-with did you come,
From garden paradise?
I knew thee as one of old,
But now as a babe, you come walking.
For long hath since the world turned away,
From God’s great work ascending.
To me, you came and in thy youth,
Your trials never-ending.
Rise oh bones of yew
Drink up dust from yonder earth
Resurrect the light
Home is what I call thee.
For as doth my bones ache to be removed from thee,
So singeth the blood within my veins.
My heart whispers, “Stayeth a while, lest thou wander too far.”
For upon my brow is etched a righteous design,
To be, forever, cradled within a basin of perfection.
Here I am complete, comforted by thy familiar embrace.
Young am I in thine infinite gaze, a bee upon a flower.
But even as the sun’s rays fall, so will I,
Never to be returned.
Here we sit at heaven’s door,
You with your stick and I with my rock.
Between our naked feet glimmer slick trout,
Their light dancing between the clouds.
Above us we find the sky opening wide,
Our thoughts whisked away by a breath.
And as you look upon my face I see,
The divinity which burns within.
Your mortal frame holds patience still,
While deep within, forever grows.
My eyes behold an endless joy,
Far deeper than words can combine.
And as we wait, two sprites just birthed,
You smile at me, upon Heaven’s door
Water burbled around the bend as I stood among the grass. Voices spoke over the stream as a wasp buzzed past my head.
Voices called from above my head, hidden behind stalks of weeds. “Michael! Michael come back here!”
A giggle snuck from between my lips as I lifted pudgy hands to the sky. Above me, the sky turned brilliant white against crisp blue. Youth was upon my two-foot frame, a drop in the age of this world. But a voraciousness permeated my mind and I drove forward.
“Richard go get him! He’s too close to the water!” It was my mother’s voice that propelled me on. Her tone would have given older ears pause, but recklessness of the innocent ruled my mind.
And as I tripped over root and stone, my laughter sprayed towards the sky. Behind me came my father’s growl as his hands so strong closed around me.
“Gotcha kiddo!” He said with a laugh and tossed me into the air.
Beyond his smiling face, I beheld a pitched roof and beyond mountains so old. I could not comprehend the timeless scene as my eyes blinked back the sun. So clutched, did I, to my father’s chest. Safe, secure, and loved.
Oh rock of ages, carved from the weathering of our world.
Your face has touch generations of my flesh and heard mortality’s groan.
As a young boy, I climbed your surface, assured in my youth.
But to you, as a moment upon a butterfly’s wing, I am old.
Take care, the watching of my children to come. For they too are but babes, crawling upon a stone.
You captured my heart
As our world was set aflame
We are but cinders