A Voice from across River

by GMS75Florida, USA

Dec 2016 558 Views 3 comments

A Voice from across the River

Author: GMS75

Greg Sexton

"A Voice from across the River"

I wonder if it is like this for you...
Watching the shoreline....
laughing at the dance of the the crow.....
the beauty of the trees ...
Hearing the intricate rhythms of the crickets,
...the cicadas ....
...and how they must give us a hint of joy...
Even amidst the most somber of days.

I wonder if you could love the depth of this writer, and laugh at the antics of the thieving alley cat....

From the reflection in your eyes,
I see you've always been strong,
your soul guides you ,
even when your highs...
were so very low.

The salty mist from these shores have soaked my skin..
watching the moon,
and listening for your voice .....

Touching your hand I've yet to touch... a gift of grace from the gusts of coastal winds.

It is here that I sense your presence,
I hear your whispers..
Your laughter...
your footsteps.

In the evening moonlight ...i sense your candor, It is your Light...only borrowed by the Moon.

It's the "real" that we love.
The insatiable desire to know it...
to taste it ...
to be it...

Loves finds us all ...
at Her own pace...
Not ours.

Just as a soul must find its own voice,
It's own reflection,
revealed in word,
In deed,
In glance...
With each and every thought.

It's the "real" that we love.
The insatiable desire to know it...
to drink of it...
to be it.

Perhaps one could tally it as an obsession, But I know Love only as a living prayer.

.......a living moment suspended in time...
every bit as real as it ever was...
Both ancient and new.

This is the voice I hear.... from across the river.

This is the Voice I Hear.

GM Sexton --------------------

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Posted: Dec 2016

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Comments (3)

mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin USADec 16, 2016

I live about 20 miles from the Mississippi River. There is a bluff I used to go to called Fenley's Bluff. It was probably about 150 feet above the river. There is another location above the river on the Iowa side called Eagle Point Park. It is just as good a view and a lot safer, though I haven't been there in many years.

ashlanderIn God's Hands, Oregon USADec 16, 2016

Love is a gift that can multiply once it's given away.A Living Prayer.
This poem evokes many deep sentiments.

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaDec 16, 2016

Yes, I agree with Ash, it evokes deep sentiments and brings memories, most of them poignant, but needful to be released nevertheless if a wound is such it better be reopened and treated anew, otherwise it won't heal, if ever. You know, I could do with "...a hint of joy... even amidst the most somber of days" thankfully while going through "...a living moment suspended in time...every bit as real as it ever was..." again and again in spite of excruciating pain. Thank you, dear poet, for sharing!