from THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: Volume One
We
were so nearly there
For
further fly all our cherished aspirations
Than
we could ever imagine
Our
bright hopes
Though
they be only thought and so briefly seen
Have
breath and life
What
we once conceived of virtue and true living
Of
beauty beyond all our fondest dreams
That
which came so close, and was so real awhile
Went
softly streaming by
Veiled
in silken clouds and airy wine
Oh,
but we were so nearly there
We felt the flicker of life’s wings
Living
things brushed past
But
reaching out to touch
We
lost
Oh,
had we only known then
How
to enter in
But
before we knew it
The
vision had slipped on by and fled us
What
had seemed so possible was now only a dream
And,
oh, the emptier we felt for having seen
But
no bright purpose was ever lost that once has been…
Truth’s
star’s still there
As
deep inside as it is above
Where
night’s endless light is
Our
mansion’s kept, our heart’s voice mapped
Upon
Love’s palm our place
And
the everlasting vision etched
Out
held, kind, ever offering
Love’s
hand is always there…
‘We always may be what
we might have been.’
*
IN
THE LIGHT of innocence
Things
can be that aren’t
Babes
can outwit the weighty
And
where their foolish or
Imprudent
things confound
Can
there quite suddenly
Surprise
the wise!
In
the light of innocence
Things
can turn inside out
And
upside down
And
there whole glories can
Be
seen as flowers
Which
before,
The
wrong way round,
Had
been considered only weeds!
In
the light of innocence
Improbable
things can steal by
Real
as butterfly wings
And
there these strange
Fortuitous
sightings
Appearing
all impossible
Find
all the more a certain appeal!
Oh,
for eyes of innocence
And
a simpler heart
To
go against the flow
Of
the ugly and predictive
The
usual, the norm, and what
We’re
used to---
And
choose instead life’s inner-gold
And
the courage to be different!
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