Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Lucy I was born into a land of light embraced by the Creator of Love itself buoyed by an ocean of luminescence. But I heard your cries, saw your struggles, how clouds of ignorance hid you from our light, how the depths of darkness bound you. I gave you a lantern and a candle to guide you, hung a fruit of enlightenment I had fashioned, its ripe bounty dangling from a bough before you. I was warned but overcame my fear. I offered you glory and desire of knowledge. I was banished; my light extinguished. Once I went by another name. But you can call me Lucy. © Kåre Enga [174.13] (4.abril.2017) Earlier version: Lucy I was born into a land of light embraced by the creator of Love itself buoyed by an ocean of luminescence. But I heard your cries, saw your struggles, how the clouds of ignorance hid our light, how the depths of darkness bound you. I gave you a lantern and a candle to guide you, hung a fruit of enlightenment I had fashioned, its ripe bounty dangling from a bough before you. I was warned but I had overcome my fear. I offered you glory and desire of knowledge. I was banished; my light was extinguished. Once I went by another name. But you can call me Lucy. © Kåre Enga [174.13] (4.abril.2017) 80.612 |