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Poems from the heart
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Nature
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Sunrise - I wake up at the crack of dawn
Oceans - Their mighty waves pound our shores
Winter - I gaze across a snow-clad land
Spring - When naked trees give birth to green
Autumn - Autumn leaves and autumn wind
Sunrise
I wake up at the crack of dawn
to watch an awesome sight,
I'm waiting for the sun to rise,
I want to see the light.
At first there's just a shimmer,
a tiny golden speck,
but then as if on God’s command
the clouds are rolling back.
And then she bursts upon the earth
in one gigantic spawn,
she bans the night to yonder spheres
and heralds in the dawn.
This giant play upon God’s stage
is free for all to see,
I wonder though how many do,
perhaps it's only me.
And when her rays caress my soul
in early morning light,
I meditate in solitude
and follow spirit’s flight.
I watch her soar above the earth
embracing God’s creation,
I cry and let my tears run free
in silent jubilation.
Golden Beach Victoria, November 1990
Oceans
Their mighty waves pound our shores,
they never seem to tire,
we hear their song along the coast
like some gigantic choir.
I love the songs that oceans sing,
they tell me of God’s word,
the laws of nature are explained
to man, to beast and bird.
When morning breaks with golden sun
and warms our heart and soul,
we slowly wake and start our day
and labour towards our goal.
The never ending "school of life",
of love and understanding,
the time will come when we will know
why our task was so demanding.
And then we journey home again
to the master of creation
and let Him guide us once again
towards another incarnation.
When oceans sing their wondrous song
I bow my head in prayer
and feel surrounded by God’s love
for He is everywhere.
Golden beach Victoria, 1990
Winter
I gaze across a snow-clad land,
a fairy-tale in white,
crystals like diamonds in the sun
and not a soul in sight.
I marvel at this wondrous scene,
it’s like a dream come true,
this spotless winter wonderland
beneath a sky so blue.
The naked trees stretch out their limbs
in heavy winter sleep,
a bird flies past in search of food,
gnarled willows softly weep.
The smell of ozone mixed with frost
spawns from the cobalt sky,
I feel emotion deep inside
and know the reason why.
To be a witness to all this
in silent meditation,
I bow my head in humble prayer
to the master of creation.
March 1992
Spring
When naked trees give birth to green
and buds start to appear,
when winter storms sing their last song
I know that Spring is here.
No other season has such grace,
such exquisite perfume,
the beauty of a spring-bouquet
and colours of its bloom.
The bees prepare to pollinate,
birds orchestrate in song.
insects are spawned from mother Earth
to join in nature's throng.
I smell the pungent odours
where farmers work their land,
Spring's like a giant painting
created by God’s hand.
For me Spring is a medicine
that softly heals my soul
and gently pushes me along
towards my spiritual goal.
May 1992
Autumn
Autumn leaves and autumn wind,
each year they pass us by,
they herald in the snow and rain,
gone is the clear blue sky.
When laughter rang throughout the land
we swam and played all day,
we danced all night and fell in love
and nature had its way.
But autumn has a certain charm
with colours rich and bold,
to me it is a wondrous time
despite the wind and cold.
The wind that brushes past my ear
and tells me fairy-tales,
then turns around, erupts with force
in storm and howling gales.
I'll miss the autumn when it's gone
and winter takes its place,
I hope I'll be around next year
to once more feel its grace.
October 1993