Enjoined

One who loves – Who cares for his fellow man Who lives his life with honesty ‘ Integrity and’  respect Who loves and cares for the beauty with which his life surrounds Who knows just how fragile This home ‘“ this planet is and cares for it as if this jewel essentially was his So straight and tall he’ll grow As a cedar upon a stream His life pure Surely as a dream

The One (and only) ‘œguide’ for my use of Line and Colour Were those ever grand words spoken to Moses From the Burning Bush: ‘œRemove your sandals from your feet For the ground you stand upon is Holy’ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  * Twenty years later, I painted’  it ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  *

A dew-drop upon a Nasturtium leaf Murcurial The tiniest touch and with a flick of silver no trace is left upon its face Just the happy echo of its laugh Remembering a moment that can’™t return

What joy! What joy! I fill my lungs with pine-pure air Not a care ‘“ I shout and laugh into the wind A child again A bird on its wing I laugh again aloud and sing Never wish to be another me The pines drip the night’™s chill dew So alive With you With you

The poetry of silence – words unspoken breaths of morning in oakened mountains whispering Fresh drops falling from silent leaves The poetry of silence of morning mist caressing oakened valleys in a sun-kissed dawn. And I, in canopied depths alone in’  darkened silence in fresh intoxicating beauty surrounded by this magic of overpowering majesty this dewy dampness its breathing in and breathing out this breath of life ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  this silent poetry.

Take my hand I’™ll carry you on wings of sound to a place you’™ve never been before where raindrops each within them have a rainbow and a shaft of light where clouds, rimmed with gold and silver hang in a bluer sky Where sun and rain at once do light a godly place of deep delight nor ever thought could be so bright as in this magic place The glory of the morning’™s rise the joy of green within the eyes then ending ‘“ when deep silence comes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  return once more to mundane times.