Sunday, January 5, 2020

View from the Patio

The dragons play at love
But not at the expense of the sun

That washes all will into a common
Want of warmth. They're still, then sway

To an instinct that blackens their beards
And makes their arms beckon stay.

So they roll across the lawn beyond time,
Ancient rituals made new with fresh desire,

Only the binary feel of what's good
And not kind to guide them through.

It's all that the creatures need to survive,
From a massive heart of love that pumps

Like the breeze. It's an easy course to follow
When the light transforms all to illumination.

There is food, there is grace,
There is rest along the way,

The individual is prized, although hidden
In hives and inside labyrinthine canyons.

They have ceded to the mind of the earth
Without losing the least of their soul.

Oh, we are so far gone from this, it seems so small
To minds at odds with the sun

Yet trying to see, through the glare on the leaves
What God looks like, how to grow it.