Reflections

Reflections
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I had been toying
with the thought of writing
an epic……………

Immersed in the ‘big I’, in hubris and isolation
I imagined
A Homer, a Virgil, Milton or Dante’s Inferno

Until,
stumbling into Your mysterious darkness
My musings were shattered into separate grains.
Through that divine mishap
My epic was scattered to the winds
As tiny particles and sparks
dancing like fireflies
in the dark

And You let me ‘see’……….

I saw You in jagged mountain peaks
Arms reaching out to the heavens in anguish
I saw Your ripples on the lake
I heard Your whisper as you blew through the forest
I heard You in the rustle of fallen leaves
journeying back to the rhythms of your heart
I saw, I heard, I smelled, I tasted, I touched
and I felt....

I hung my backpack on a crag
The mosses were too deep to sweep away
And on its soft carpet I lay down
Baring my head to the autumn wind
that blew through the pine trees
I did not know from where it came
I couldn’t forget its call
and I felt its gentle touch

Naked I lay in the dark forest, naked to the world
Naked to the rocks, naked to the hungry stones
Naked to the ellipse of the night sky
Naked, looking up into Your vast darkness
above which a million stars shone
Naked in union, locked in the gaze of the omnipresent eye
And words began to flow in an endless stream
a little at a time,
in particles, jottings and sparks in dreams
a little at a time

In unveiling one mystery, ten more emerged
from the darkness of swaying trees and apparitions
a divine boon for this night-bird of poetry
Each mystery magnified and engulfed the muse
And brought forth a song
In particles, jottings and sparks
A little at a time

And the divine poetry of Your perfection
Discovering, uncovering, unweaving
singing Your melody to all who cared to listen
A desire to create through unfinished imperfect living
Striving for the best
Creating through the completeness of living
through an endless stream of words,
of particles, jottings and sparks
bit by bit by bit... only a little at a time.

And,

I had been toying
With the thought of writing
an epic…………