Friday, August 3, 2018

nature the frame

not the Palantir

I sit above the freshened exuberance of a creek
the rains swept in and out, and keep the water full,
so that it can find the air enough to whiten the rapids
and background the sound of water falling over rock,

the outside not the picture I’m feeling now,
but the frame within which my inner world paints,

my spirit leaps far away,
like through the Palantir in Middle Earth,
though what is revealed to me
is how I can serve the good with my life, not Sauron,

nature has a rightness
that helps me find the rightness
I need to serve with my live.

by Henry H. Walker
July 23, ‘18

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