Poetic Reflections
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Empirically Spiritual....
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Dear Friend
Radiating from within
Beauty unsurpassed
Hidden but reflected
Encompassing all who
See the smile
Hear the laughter.
Intriguing, entrancing, inspiring,
Incomparable beauty from within,
Insightful, delightful,
Touching lives unknowingly.
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Empirical evidence
Of a spiritual
Existence
Sought
Defies the mind
Of modern man
Who deftly seeks
What ties, binds
The unseen
With the seen
Placing faith in reason
Yet doubting
Focusing outward
While life
Continues
Driven, lifted,
Inspired
As man seeks
Evidence
measurable
With minds closed.
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Like the wind
Unseen
Affects the seen
The spiritual
Itself unseen
Affects the seen
As the measure
Of a man --
Life, works, deeds
Actions seen --
Reflects the spirit
Unseen
Its breath
Revealed
Upon the mirror
Before it slips
Beyond the veil
Once again outside
The measurable
Reach
Of man's empirical search.
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Whisperings
of
Immortality
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The night is still, expansive --
Peering
Into endless time,
A continuum
Where today is but yesterday's tomorrow.
Stillness broken --
Soulful breezes
Whispering softly names,
Names of those whose time has passed
Into yesterday.
Whispered names --
As breezes stir the leaves --
Stir within the heart,
The mind,
Memories, images of those now gone.
Can it be --
In our moment on that continuum
Immortality is little more
Than whispered names?
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Alas we seek --
Our human spirit --
For more than whispers
In the vast
Expanse of time
Confirming that our spirit --
Released from mortal flesh --
Again be clothed,
Adorned anew
Transcending time and place.
Immortal beings --
Spirit, flesh transformed --
Gathered up,
Returned to Him
From whence we come.
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Garden - Adelaide, Australia
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The apple
They say --
They -- the infinitely indefinable
They --
Yes it was the apple
They say
That began
The downfall of man.
When in the garden
Man fell under the spell,
Either of woman or serpent,
And tasted that irresistible fruit
The golden delicious --
Or was it
The red --
The oh so temptingly apple.
Forthwith were their eyes
Opened to behold
Naked
Non-partisan innocence.
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When asked to explain
Adam Eve did blame
Who beguiling
Herself was beguiled.
Thus as they say --
The infinitely indefinable
They --
Man is political by nature
So Adam and Eve
Their nature revealed,
Exposed, fell prey
As the archetypical political constituents
To the manipulative
Persuasive --
No less than a serpent --
The penultimate political being.
Thus the great Saint Augustine
May have it all wrong --
The "Original Sin" may just have been
Man's embrace of his partisan political nature.
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Sunset at Bowens Island - Folly Beach, SC
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Sunset - North Myrtle Beach, SC
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War's Haunting Faces
The haunting faces of children
Delicate faces
Beautiful faces
Crying faces filled with fear
Frightened eyes search
Little hands reach out
But no one to wipe the tears
Or cradle these little ones
No - there is no one
To offer comfort
To embrace and protect
The innocence of the children
Men are bent on playing out
Their fate
Succumbing to hate
Driven to abandon compassion
Hearts untouched
Unmoved
By the haunting faces of children
Children crying, dying
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Hatred
Fueled by misplaced fervor
Where God is the pawn
In man's inhumanity to man
Hatred undermining reason
Returning men
To the animalistic baseness
From which they evolved
Hope, peace, love, compassion
Dashed
As innocence is wrenched
From the children
Quizzical eyes
Asking why
Haunting
Desperate, piercing
Little faces, haunting faces
Crying out
But where
Where are the hearts to hear
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Copyright 2003 - 2005 Geopolus
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