Renascence


The gentle stir in the breath of dawn
Speaks softly to my soul,
And fills my heart with celestial song
Like a fragrance never known.


A bird in the arms of nature's wind,
I see man's world from the outside in;
By a rushing stream in the woodland's heart
Every nuance of natural art
Embraces my soul and leads my mind
Far from the cities of the blind.


My birthright's written in the mountain's dell,
The curling sea and the forest's still.
Through clouds of never ending skies
Inspiration returning flies
And echoed from the limestone cliffs
With gentle wake of my passing skiff,
Vibrations of a former time
Sing to my soul in a rolling rhyme.


I wander, as our nature is,
To find again what I seem to miss;
I search at each impression's door
To find the long forgotten lore,
For in this world I've caught a trace
Of something more than an earthly place,
And in the fragrance of every dawn
My heart for something greater longs.


When suddenly I know once more
The love that brought me to this shore.
In manifest simplicity,
I see the world as its meant to be,
And find each atom in the plain
The herald of the higher strain.


My spirit tossed by the surging tide,
At the step of the portal I reside
Until my awed and restless soul
From weariness has lost control.


O how my breath grows short and thin;
I gaze at my soul from the outside in,
To read from the signs in the regions and minds
The riddle of essence and the Object of life.


What is the impatient urge in me
That lingers through my tranquility
And longs to be what I truly am,
Though yet my feeble heart can't stand
The destiny God has set for me
Beyond the veil of eternity?

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