In Quiet Repose
In Quiet Repose
By Tony DeLorger © 2014
And now at rest I see the blooms,
that before eluded my consideration,
I see the crisp green shoots of morning grass,
laden with sun-kissed dewdrops,
worlds within worlds,
as miraculous as a mind could realise,
and as complex as an intellect could reason.
In the still of quiet considerations,
the world slows to a languid hum,
and life moves ever so gently to its rhythm,
its wheels marking time,
and thoughts reaching out, claiming right,
to manifest and drive lives to their purpose,
circumstance like burgeoning pristine clouds.
How I immerse myself in their seeding,
the wills that forever dampen the course of future,
misguided thoughts that brew storm clouds,
and havoc in the lives of men,
ever testing the waters of possibility,
by bruising hopes and pushing the boundaries,
of a resistant balance.
In the stillness of heart I watch it all,
the sound of air rushing, to fill my lungs,
my heart beating its relentless passage of finite life,
and I am absorbed in the turning of pages,
the movement of worlds,
and the undoing of hearts remiss of fulfilment,
lost in the fragments of damaged past.
How small this world,
how vast its truth,
and I, just watch with interest,
in quiet repose.
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