My thoughts circle gracefully back
like swans into “ugly ducklings”.
Their beauty, even then,
did not …
does not escape me.
Nostalgic waves
bring the seasonal man.
He shouts, “Hello”!
still wishing that fish could live on the land,
and while he yearns,
some move on to the deeper water,
where we saunter along the shore—
“Mom, I want you to see”!
I rush, stop at the boulders,
where fish with faces of people I’ve known,
live in pools in the sand, wondering,
“What oceans are these”?
Someone chuckles …
and scribes record the sounds with quills!
The tide, fragrant with musk,
brings flowers that Father couldn’t pick for me.
“Take them, now,” he says. “It’s time”!
I reach for them, aware of Love.
The Robed One offers,
“I’ll help. Come deeper into the Light”.
and
Swans in white feathers blow their trumpets,
ascending to the celestial sphere.
Higher and higher we go,
then higher and higher I go
and
Light brings further memories.
I transcend pasts more distant.
Submitted by: Naimah on 02/16/2017
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Greetings Naimah,
Beautiful…so very beautiful!
I always look forward to poetry such as this that you once again share graciously.
“The tide, fragrant with musk, brings flowers that father couldn’t pick for me”.
Naimah, as I read that, I picked up on a sweet scent of incense and flowers, felt sadness for but a moment, and then heard the sound of a little girl full of giggles and happy in play. It was like that brief moment of sadness was washed away by the tide and peace flowed in.
“Swans in white feathers blow their trumpets ascending to the celestial sphere”. I think swans are a beautiful specimen of a bird. I have had the pleasure on occasion of watching them as couple’s dance gracefully in ritual as such. The spheres you speak of are very familiar to me too……and so I feel up-lifted whenever anyone speaks as you do of them!
Thank you for sharing such an insightful and beautiful verse.
Love and Light Always,
Lesley
And there is much beauty in your response, Lesley.
My father, when he was 80 years of age, watched me working diligently planting bulbs and seeds in my yard. He said that he would pick the flowers, but he became ill and transitioned before they bloomed. I think of that often. He a-l-w-a-y-s “kept his word”, but that time he couldn’t. Sometimes I feel sad, but Peace prevails!
Love and Light to you,
Na’imah