Post by jc73 on Jun 7, 2008 18:10:52 GMT
A poem penned by my Father. Not strictly Masonic, but not without tinges of 'the hidden mysteries' (in my belief)?
I have walked in sacred spaces
seen colours never seen
awake - i've dreamed of mysteries
of things that nere have been.
In trees heard music - never writ
of chords that are unknown
in those hidden sacred places
whe I journey all alone
Last night my life was woven
within that sacred knot
of ages past - forgotten mists
of natures sacred lot.
As the mysteries of life unfold
a tie that has no end
enlightened by that mystic light
of mysteries viel to rend.
On darkest moor, where high stones stand
my spirit is set free
as they speak to me of ages past
touchstones of eternity.
They rise upon those mystic lands
if only we might see
that in each stone is hid
the gift of natures memory.
To stand in dreams on hill tops high,
to soar above in eagles wings
where visions are no longer hid
and spirits soar as nature sings.
Above those lesser things of life
above it's woes and care
as dreams and visions are fullfilled
as we at one with nature share.
As lightening rends the sky at night
and thunders roar in angry swell
as nature groans in agony
its song of loss - a tale to tell
within such wonderous beauty there
where stars are hidden from our sight
the seeds of dawn are gently sown
to bring new beauty with dawns light.
To gaze into lifes deep dark wells
as though into the deepest grave
of shadows - cold - lifes blackest seam
where hope seems lost - no hope to save.
But from within those darkest deeps
new life springs forth in sweetest span
and flows to quench that longing thirst
that dwells within the soul of man.
Or stand beside a river clear
and gaze in wonder as it flows
a myriad of crystal lights
as to its journeys end it goes.
To hear in natures gentle breeze
as willows sing in harmony
as natures healing gently flows
if only we would hear and see.
reproduced with kind permission from my Father.
JC
I have walked in sacred spaces
seen colours never seen
awake - i've dreamed of mysteries
of things that nere have been.
In trees heard music - never writ
of chords that are unknown
in those hidden sacred places
whe I journey all alone
Last night my life was woven
within that sacred knot
of ages past - forgotten mists
of natures sacred lot.
As the mysteries of life unfold
a tie that has no end
enlightened by that mystic light
of mysteries viel to rend.
On darkest moor, where high stones stand
my spirit is set free
as they speak to me of ages past
touchstones of eternity.
They rise upon those mystic lands
if only we might see
that in each stone is hid
the gift of natures memory.
To stand in dreams on hill tops high,
to soar above in eagles wings
where visions are no longer hid
and spirits soar as nature sings.
Above those lesser things of life
above it's woes and care
as dreams and visions are fullfilled
as we at one with nature share.
As lightening rends the sky at night
and thunders roar in angry swell
as nature groans in agony
its song of loss - a tale to tell
within such wonderous beauty there
where stars are hidden from our sight
the seeds of dawn are gently sown
to bring new beauty with dawns light.
To gaze into lifes deep dark wells
as though into the deepest grave
of shadows - cold - lifes blackest seam
where hope seems lost - no hope to save.
But from within those darkest deeps
new life springs forth in sweetest span
and flows to quench that longing thirst
that dwells within the soul of man.
Or stand beside a river clear
and gaze in wonder as it flows
a myriad of crystal lights
as to its journeys end it goes.
To hear in natures gentle breeze
as willows sing in harmony
as natures healing gently flows
if only we would hear and see.
reproduced with kind permission from my Father.
JC