Their lives are cast in shadows,
They who will not see you,
You who no one knows,
Not hearing your voice in the grass, talking,
Or in the pale wintry call
Of the tern,
Not hearing your voice of ashes,
Unaware of your presence in the flames
Of the waters that run,
That turn over the stones.
Still there is only you,
No one else anywhere,
You who stand behind all;
Within all.
With only a billion names
You are one.
In the night soul of the forest, oaken,
In the stalking
Of the insistent leopard,
In the power of the sea, cresting
Blue,
In the word
Of the wind that so long wandered
By the bleak
Runes.
Now there dawns the dancer in the sky overhead,
About whom none may speak,
And nothing may be said,
Not ever spoken.
There rise the flames of the names,
Unbroken,
Standing still by the tall
Reeds in the lake of the sun,
Hearing your voice in all the rains
That ever were,
Singing.
© Sharon St Joan, 2018
Photo: Vince Reinhart/“This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.”/Wikipedia/ Waterfall on the Chagrin River, Ohio
A most beautiful poem! When we begin to see and hear the One in all of magnificent nature all around us then comes understanding of the Supreme.
Yes, you’re absolutely right! Very well expressed!