all things real

I found a poem I wrote in August 2010... funny how you can write something, forget it, and then rediscover it with delight :)

all things real

 

the strings of faith connect the possible with impossibility on the guitar of life.

every strum produces a striking ineffable sound that resonates within the dreamer,

but the most daring dreams don’t scratch the surface of destiny.

how could one know the most intricate detail that is sown into every day?

 

the artist’s strokes depict beauty, but inevitably omit a myriad of detail:

life teeming below crystal waters, every colour a fractal, a story,

great adventure behind still scenic mountains.

 

beyond the realm of all things natural

the call of the crowned one beats a riveting rhythm that cannot be silenced.

fierce desire surpasses emotion and covers shame.

 

a little child brings a lifeless sparrow, a cold body in warm hands,

tears to punctuate the sad expression.

so it feels to approach the Great One, any offering a simple worthless whisper,

any monument a distant memory and shameful.

 

but a father is concerned with small joys and sorrows.

he places the bird to the side and reaches to pick up the child.

Warmth and comfort ensue. Being and belonging.

Present reality transformed into beauty and fullness and hope and life

and far more than can be imagined by a little sparrow in the warm hands of love.