Fragments of the whole

Time stored all, but kept its council.
Wrote no history of importance
to the ancient forests,
the fathomless oceans.

Aeons passed, A flame went to fire,
flickered briefly, a blink in time,
whilst multi hued moths gathered with
wild mischief in their wings.

An ending came by and by, a closing of
the account, but did not scar the tree,
or venture where sea and sand are met;
and the Magi remained no wiser than the
humble shepherds on the hill,
who had not calculated,
but knew the way.
……

Metal skeletons still bestride the land,
silenced lines extending, seeking to
communicate with what is no longer there;
like the white horse carved into
the hillside which is only resting.

3 comments

  1. “like the white horse carved into
    the hillside which is only resting.”

    Douglas,

    I see that White Horse as our eternal hope.

    In this day of divisiveness some theologians are quibbling
    about who is on the White Horse, but I wonder if they are
    motivated by a devotion to truth or a desire to make their
    name known..

    The most awesome line in the poem to me is:

    “Time stored all, but kept its council”

    A Bon Mot for all time. Wise and true. (and now in our Bon Mots II)

    and the most beautiful lines, in my opinion, are:

    “An ending came by and by, a closing of
    the account, but did not scar the tree,”

    This poem is one for the ages. I believe your hand was guided
    when you wrote this one.

    Sarah

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