GB's Poetry
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Sharing the way...
Walking the winding road
sharing the way
with fellow travellers
occasional nods, a smile
a handclasp
pointing out
to one another
the wonders 'long side
the way...
a clump of flowers
a golden field of grain
the song of a cricket
even the ravages of a passing storm;
one must exclaim the beauty
of its unbridled strength.
Travelling thus
each moment holds new delights
new experience
is a life in itself
So filled with the wonder
of each moment
I take each step unfettered
with concern for the next.
Rounding a bend along the way
I come upon a man
with his back to the road
facing a sheer wall
of cold gray rock
that at some point above
breaks its sheer climb
to cross singing meadows
and forested havens of life
then climbs again
until its snow covered crest
brushes lightly against the blue...
but the man sees nothing of this
he moves his head to neither side
up, or even down
to witness the life
in profusion
at his very feet.
"May I be of any service?" I ask
He turns a cold "No." in my direction.
"What are you doing here" I ask
"Waiting" he replies
"For what, sir?"
"A beautiful experience."
...a butterfly pauses in its flight
a brief moment
upon his head
"Would you turn your head then
and witness the world around you?"
"No! I may miss it!"
I open my mouth to object
when a soft hand touches mine.
"Come', she said
' he cannot be dissuaded from waiting
and there are many like him.
They wait in caves and dark places
shutting their eyes to the beauty around them
hoping for that which surrounds them;
wanting eternity but fearing it
for they are unable to see the beauty
in each moment of it."
I smile and say
"Some day,
the mountain will wear away"
and we walk along, laughing
watching two lambs frolicking
in a pasture beside the way
as the evening sun admires its reflection
in the now golden peak
and a field of flowers
tosses their fragrance
across our path
bidding us to enjoy
a moment
an eternity
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