Tuesday 16 April 2013

Cedar Song

Climbing Skyward,

The Mother of Creation,

Can no longer contain evolutionary destiny.

Emerald green appendages,

Clamour to embrace the heavens.

Time tested sentries,

Guardians of timeless wisdom.

Deep subterranean foothold,

Anchored in the abyss.

Able to withstand the tempestuous chaos,

Of the storm from nowhere.

Silence broken,

A ringing windsong,

Echoes through the canopy.

For a moment in time,

You held me.

At the altar of my heart,

I place the blessing of your presence.

Gratitude,

A soul kissed by eternity.

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