Ajkinetic
12-30-2008, 02:28 PM
The cup of life
This beautiful silence cannot be ignored
as I stand here
I am alone
in this world that surrounds me
there is no one else
at last, I am at peace
I have reassurance of perfect stillness and harmony
From the ship
a welcome wind hails as I stare into the vastness
and the smell of rain fills my lungs and veins
pure blue sky and the serenity of deep dark waters beneath
frees my spirit...
and now
with a fixed clarity, I am well presented with greatness,
Before me
Look!
Majestic mountains of cloud thrive in the open space of sky
while lightning bolts of silver dance over the timeless, pulsating abyss
approaching us, is this frightening, magnificent squall
Are you afraid?
Soon we shall be deeply and completely drenched
in turmoil and tornadoes
hale and havoc
evasion is no longer an option
The darkened wonder echoes with a deep cry,
announcing its imminence
I am ready
eager and expectant to drink the fullness of this cup
the cup of death and destruction you ask?
No,
the cup of life
Hi there!
I have just presented you with my first poem.
My name is Andre, and I am from South Africa...Yes, at the bottom of rural Africa where we actually don't have wild animals running around in our streets, contrary to popular belief.
Thank you for this opportunity to share our work. Be blessed!
This beautiful silence cannot be ignored
as I stand here
I am alone
in this world that surrounds me
there is no one else
at last, I am at peace
I have reassurance of perfect stillness and harmony
From the ship
a welcome wind hails as I stare into the vastness
and the smell of rain fills my lungs and veins
pure blue sky and the serenity of deep dark waters beneath
frees my spirit...
and now
with a fixed clarity, I am well presented with greatness,
Before me
Look!
Majestic mountains of cloud thrive in the open space of sky
while lightning bolts of silver dance over the timeless, pulsating abyss
approaching us, is this frightening, magnificent squall
Are you afraid?
Soon we shall be deeply and completely drenched
in turmoil and tornadoes
hale and havoc
evasion is no longer an option
The darkened wonder echoes with a deep cry,
announcing its imminence
I am ready
eager and expectant to drink the fullness of this cup
the cup of death and destruction you ask?
No,
the cup of life
Hi there!
I have just presented you with my first poem.
My name is Andre, and I am from South Africa...Yes, at the bottom of rural Africa where we actually don't have wild animals running around in our streets, contrary to popular belief.
Thank you for this opportunity to share our work. Be blessed!