Nature Poems x2
Visions of Nature
Sitting out there, on the edge of the sea,
Serene, tranquil, ever free, God's majesty.
Watching, with the eagle-eye and
Visionary dreams of the Seer,
Seeing from afar.
Waves rolling by, their crests and splashes,
Dancing with the atmosphere.
Sun and moon standing still.
Birds singing. Plants, creepers and daffodils,
Flowering towards Heaven
With enchanting fragrances.
Forests swaying gently with the breeze,
In a myriad of beautiful colours,
Fruit ripening with the seasons,
Releasing boundless energies:
The life-force in all its majesty.
Once more the sun is out, warm, radiant ...
The power of Divine providence is upon us.
And God's creatures, withdrawn for a time,
Into the spacious spirit of nature,
Returns whispering with the winds,
Contributing to Mother Earth
And walking Her dawns. - Manatita 19/08/1997.
Forest, You are the Creator's open book,
Where cricket's chant; birds recite verse;
Each stream a sacred psalm from the earth.
The sunlight shimmers through your boughs,
Creating a luminous canopy,
Where golden beams unchanged,
Break into a ceaseless revelation
Of your divine magnificence.
Descending down the winding path,
Your stillness draws me nearer, until
My breath becomes the breeze,
My steps the fluttering leaves.
Your rapture draws me inward,
As my Soul,
Diving deeper into your mystery,
Stands still, serene and silent,
As the ocean's bed.
On long weary days, I soothe my spirit,
Drinking of your grandeur to the fullest.
Absorbed in the wholeness of your sacred stillness,
As you whisper changes into the seasons.
How enchanting are your creatures,
And the foliages running through
The silence of your seasons.
While your colour and splendour,
Offer up themselves in contemplation,
Harvesting freedom and an unparelled zest for life.
Distilled into your power and majesty,
You perform your sacred duty for the Spirit of Creation. - Manatita 17/06/99
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