for those of you who don't know who bery is (and that would probably be all of you), I met him a long time ago, and spoke to him only handful of times. I still remember him for what I saw of his character in those few words, and his spirit as a Seeker of Truth. This poem would be an account of the first time we met.
For those of you now getting worried (and again, that would probably be all of you -- not least bery if he were to read this), don't. As he once told me, "I am not your long-lost brother". And of course, he is not. He was just someone a few ladders across from me and higher up, who -- by the grace of God -- was there to call down some words of wisdom that helped me, when i'd just got hold of the first few rungs.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Idly passing the time
your words caught my attention
and through, revealed at once
an effortless brilliance
and gentle grace
the minds eye overpowered my vision, &
i saw my path between jagged
red stone mountains in midmorning sun
climbing past rocky veils
for the final turn
and push over and up
to suddenly stand before the rising horizon
& see full to the ground
and be knocked breathless
by the sight
of rolling green, forrested hills
a secret valley... thick with trees,
enshrouded in mists,
leaves rustling, birds singing,
in every contrast to the red dust all around
pulsing and humming with
Life
overwhelmed by its beauty, i sat,
dumbfounded,
staring silently at the screen.
(c) from an event much earlier, put to words Sep 2006
No comments:
Post a Comment