A Wish
by Goessoftly
O for the strength of the mountains, my children,
Solid, unmoveable, ruggedly hewn.
Daring the storm and the blackness of midnight,
Scorning the heat and the blister at noon.
O for their strength in your tottering ego.
Shoring your weakened and uprooted life.
Would that their upwardness carry you with them
Sky-held while crossing the ranges of strife.
O for the freedom of swift rushing rivers,
Unbalked by treacherous currents below.
Over, and under, and swirling round boulders,
Nothing impedes them nor hinders their flow.
Would that these rivers be found in your choices,
(wavering, pitiful half-born desires).
Would that their steady and constant renewing
Give you the onwardness purpose inspires.
Listen ! A warbling and wakening prelude.
Echo of birdsong at break of the day
Filling the silence of Night in retreating,
Bringing the song of the season to stay.
O that the dirge from the depths of your mourning
Learn of the sweetness of new-mastered Song.
Change the sad air of your soft tuneless weeping
Into a Melody Hope can make strong.
Nature has captured the shades of the Rainbow.
Painted them all through a myriad flowers,
Blending with sureness a scented aroma
Into the mem'ry of lingering hours.
Would that your colourless empty existence
Blaze even once with a brilliance of hue.
O that the gifts found in Nature's unfolding
Could lend their unspoken virtues to you
volume 12(7)
April 1, 2008
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