Sitting alone by a quiet lakes edge the tall pine
listens to a somber pledge-to make a blessing out of this day-whatever comes,come what may.
Too frail the promise of sanity;
too pale the scope and chart of humanity,
but in natures song,in the hovering wind,a fragrance in suns... access page ...
Sitting alone by a quiet lakes edge the tall pine
listens to a somber pledge-to make a blessing out of this day-whatever comes,come what may.
Too frail the promise of sanity;
too pale the scope and chart of humanity,
but in natures song,in the hovering wind,a fragrance in sunshine where none have sinned-a prophet I can be and count the ripples in the pond-the stars at night and partake of a bond; a pathway toward god whose will and treasure are laid on all creatures in times good measure.
Friend have I been in this brief span,yet a bridge across blessings in a far greater plan: no script ever written without the rain to soften and grow an arid plain….where warmth is shared in communion as one,under a watchful shepherd sun.
and no soul is cursed for movement about-up or down,in or out. No fences built across vine or tree-only the essence of you and me-setting in motion a moment of time where all things sing and all sound rhymes.
Could it be that while I am sitting here,a prayer is formed,and god is near?
Nothing lost,only found,a proud silent essence not aged or profound.
The rain will fall, the sun must shine and that I think was always mine-not given by grace or sacred rule,a law drawn up by errant fool,
but lifes pure gift awaiting all who live and breathe-rise and fall…who lean upon a cross of caring; hugs and kisses laughing and sharing.
This is freedom-the common cause-the greatful moment which gives us pause,from war and hate and ticking clock…the schedule satans angels mock.
Behold the night has turned to day,
come what might…come what may.
Charles h Buchanan 111
sunriver,Oregon
sept 10-11th 2014
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