Monday, August 15, 2011

Poetry - Rhapsody in Blue

Dr Abe V Rotor

Let me hold on your roof dear Mother Earth
and not be detached to outer space
to view your whole being that gave me birth
and beauty of all things and ways.

From a thousand mountains high I find peace
in the rhapsody of a Cherubim
descending, riding on cumulus to the East
onto the path of the sunbeam.

Below I see the reflection of heaven
all in blue, soft and pristine -
where the sea ends and the shores leaven,
where lost Eden could have been.

I am a Prodigal Son who lived so bold
In the days of lust and waste;
what can I offer you now that I’m old
but this simple song of praise? ~

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