It's Always Morning

There comes the moment when the mind
drops to its knees in silent wonderment,
and there may ride the morning out
beyond the breath, out where intention
yields to quests the soul has never seen.

Someone saw them.  He dared to
penetrate the veil and let me know
my journey was not done, nor was
the day half gone.  His shroud
was not for burying, but for
the nagging mystery still living
in suspended splendor on
the altar of desire. My traveling
plan is open still; there may
not be an end.

I hear him. The morning rings
upon the other side, and here
upon the surging of the day
within, the outward splendor
of that endless dawn begins
to print itself upon
the tablet of the heart.

The substance is of light,
the joy remains our sustenance,
the love which will not die
defies imagining, for it defines
an irrepressible eternity
we'll never understand.
             ~

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

We've only just begun .. babes in joy-land .. learning to listen..learning to experience past what we can envision ... meanwhile they speak/tease, with an eternal language .. of Joy.. and wonderment..

Of course, that's my take on your poignant words ... .. I think this is telling of a journey, that has only just begun.. and an hand, from somewhere beyond, reaching out....................

Wonder=full ............
Jazz

[Dean]

Thank you, Jasmine

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome Dean ........... :)

[barleygirl]

Altho I really enjoy reading your well-crafted lines full of imagery & promise & wonder, I'm not sure I actually understand your entire message here. Let it suffice to say that mornings are the only time of day I really feel glad to be alive (even tho it takes a couple hours to work thru constant pain). Your words remind me of how hopeful & fresh everything is, each morning a gift, inspiring one to keep moving & keep pushing thru the tough parts. All creatures approach morning with an irrepressible joy & energy, which inspires me to do the same.

[Dean]

while this is true, the message first came to me from the Other Side

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we may not understand, but we will accept that it is not over...just when we think the end is coming, we find there is more to our journey...more to learn, more to accept to embrace, and more love to encounter---life is full of surprises and awakenings.

nicely expressed

[Dean]

thank you, Jacob

[andrew mitchell]

a spiritual journey if ever i have read one. the first stanza is breath taking on reading.

[Dean]

thank you, Andrew

[charlie]

A contemplative spiritual poem. Beautifully considered, and beautifully expressed.

It's often too easy to throw up loaded words like heaven and Lord and such, though you haven't done that, and your poem reads the better for it. I've read some poetry (by other writers) which tries to wilfully penetrate the reader and touch them inside in some affective way...though it doesn't seem to work. Yet whether you've attempted such a thing or not, it seems that end has been achieved after all with this poem: it goes in, and as a rock moves through the water to settle surely on a river bed, so too does this write. I think it's very nicely done.

[Dean]

Thank you very much

[3X3MPLER]

a deep poem it is. Good job

[Dean]

thank you very much