by john clare
That squared piece of Florida sand
With those Grottos so deep
Must be the source of tears
Falling below to caverns they seep
To well up at the tolling
That another no longer stands
Ringing again another going
Going below to that Levy sand
John Clare Stokes
Dropping into the lake that Spring morning
The warmth of the wood box high above me
I joined my brothers and sisters joyfully
And knew immediately an inner yearning.
I knew without warning of Gators and Snakes
To be avoided
I knew without seeing a longing for a distant home
That I must forage continually to grow strong
In order to join the grand, gathering dispersion.
I recall vividly the first chill of Autumn
How from this lake as if on cue
We lifted and knew the way as we in
V formations were joined with
Wings of purpose soaring toward the
Home we always knew from fledglings.
And so now I lay in the old nest box
From which I came
Beneath me the ones who will heed
their inner calling
As upon their grand migration I shall see
But not join
But this I shall know as from the beginning
Dispersion Home was always the deepest
Instinct within me.
Premonition is a mysterious phenomenon. Walking along the Alligator Lake Montgomery trail, I suddenly stop and look behind. It seems someone is following. I look but no one. I resume and in front of me comes Ingra. We stop as she asks me how far is the trail in her soft, I must listen carefully Norwegian accent. I tell her three miles. She is new to the area and inquires much about wild places to see in the area. I try and give directions. Inwardly I’d like to say as the blind man in the Subaru commercial, you cannot get there from here, I will take you.
I trust Ingrid and I meet again. Like I say, soul mates come in all ages, colors and sizes.
God, who has the key of the clouds, opened the doors of heaven; that is more than opening the windows, which is yet spoken of as a great blessing. Matt 3:19
Matthew Henry
His Spirit hovered over the waters
from chaos order
Gen 1:2
Watertown Lake
By John Clare
For I have waited all the night
For the rising of the first light
In the depths of death I lay
Longing for the life of day
My soul in Sheol did dwell
Bound in dark cold of hell
In tears my bed was washed
Would the night wails ever stop!
The tormentor said curse God and die
You are but grass under night sky
In sorrow I said it must be so
For only this long night I know
Then from the darkest Sheol
A word scribed long ago
The Lord my God lightens my darkness
Light dawns in the darkness for the upright
The unfolding of His word gives light
From this dark dungeon I arose
Sweet light!
Pleasant to the eye from one whom the darkness he knows.
I recall when Landon and I studied what scripture he wanted for his first tattoo.
It couldn’t be too long(pain) or too short, Jesus wept. He settled upon one of my favorite verses from John, John 3:30 where upon seeing Jesus, John the Baptist exclaimed, “He must increase, but I must decrease”.
A surfer then, I do not know if he still has the tattoo under his left bicep. When he entered the Air Force, he had to remove one painfully on his neck.
Daily I struggle with this scripture. Today I said, no weigh! I refused to weigh as every day has been a gain, not just physical, but ego and other load bearing sin, and at the same time, I read the daily scriptures which I often fall behind in, His increase so needed.
Yesterday an old
Stream of conversation
Was visited
Concerning my ancestry
There at the end
Was Elizabeth
Saying she was following
From the fringe
Now Elizabeth is gone
Another poet artist
Taken in mid rhyme
and I lamented
Gods indifference
To our works
Had it been me
I'd have kept her here
At least a
Hundred and fifty years
Or until all who loved her
Works
Died before her.
1937-12/13/2014
There are things
I feel worth seeing
Worth reading
I’d be remiss
If I said it doesn’t
Trouble me
So few if any
See
Were the day not pressing me on
The assembling light line I’d have joined
Light lifted me, light lifted me
When nothing else could help
Light lifted me
The young men shall dwell in their own world
The old ladies shall sleep on in this world
