Morning orison

 Morning Meditation in the Wood of God

And from the arching gilded lichen limb

Palmetto spread in fronds of praise

The Tibia flute parsed the morning hymn

 as moss bearded seers in rhapsodie swayed

to the song of the ancient of days;

Hushed in the Gloria Patri wonder

the congregation of the understory:

Con Amore! in the wood winds he comes

as the canebrake trembles at the feet

 of the blessed wild One.

Come freely to the tree of life

climb boldly to the azure heights

In the haven of the wood of God

where ne'er the proud dare trod.

Just you

I don’t who you are seeing these posts, there are only about six at best, just wanted to let you know most of the entries today are only here. Some days I tire of the lack of larger interest, then the comments from some, that I just don’t want to bother. 

The new year

 Rosh Hashanah 

Behold the new year upon us

When comes the King among us

To deem whom shall remain this year

Whom shall dwell beyond the tear

A mystery among us today

Prepare your self properly.

Song of the Shaker

 Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill

Harrodsburg, Kentucky

I can already feel this shaking within

The simple line, the swirling,spiraling

Upward, upward, we are spinning

This shaped note upon my lips forming.

In Wondrous Light

 The light it's wondrous circuit takes

Upon no creature does it wait

In shadows night they turn

For in the dark they learn

To align just so in the way

For but a touch of His day.

A distant sound

 I hear a language unknown

I travel in a wilderness alone

I sing the strains of a forgotten song

I think the long gone are calling me.

I hear a language I had not known. Psalm 81:5b

Promised Lands

 In the hinder years the salesmen came

Promising Craftsmen in every yard

And so we left our Deere’s of green

For the promised land grass was so hard.

palette of Cicadas

 It’s not a random thing

The cicada color scheme

I’m always in awe

Of the artistry in creatures

Who fly and crawl

Ten Years After

 Ten years after

Once two walked along the beach of Cumberland 

amid the regal ruins of long burnt Dungeness 

The gulls and terns led the way that day

Their pace slow to not let us lose our way.

Death of a Monarch

 Wouldn’t you think

If you were soon to die

To your known existence 

You’d adorn colors of gloom

To enter the emerald tomb

But no, they meet it in creative

Fashion that brings joy

They must have been told

This is not your end as

in even greater glory they emerge

To lift in hues of vibrant orange-

yellows like little stained glass

windows offset in black

to rise far into the azure autumn 

from beauty to beautiful

From Joseph like coats to robes

Of Monarchs

The Villages

 "Baker Act"-ing Mama

by Aurelia D Wallace.

Because I can't remember

What I had for lunch, they

Think I'm getting senile.

I hear them whispering

About the Shady Elms.

Good God, I'm not ready

For Shady Elms! I can

Still read Greek, I know

The whole score of Lucia,

(Though they don't take me

To music anymore since

I've had to wear these paper

Pants). I can make Martha Washington's

Own recipe for Sally Lunn,

Without once peeking. I can

Recite the names and birthdays of all

Nine grandchildren, and I know

Franklin Roosevelt is dead.

                                 All they ask me, though,

Is my street number backwards

And what I had for lunch, what

Day it is. Of course I know

Where I live, silly: inside these bones,

This bag my skin. No one needs

To know is it they don't know

All days are Sunday--

As long as I can breathe

This spendid, cautious air?

First day

Ginny at the Villages

Vertigo

 The vertigo is not too bad now that i have been doing the Eiply(sic)maneuver. But my walking seems to be worse with me dragging the right leg and generally walking like a spaztic. Frustrating. The right hand was getting better but seems to have reverted. I don’t do enough exercises at home. I depended on Pt two days a week. I resume next week PT so maybe that will help. I think that along with all the other things has me frustrated.