Eden Revisited
Entering
I am already entranced
The green fuse is lit
A green fire is flowing
An every colour green transfusion
An elixir, pouring life into darkness
Blackness
Brittleness
Brokenness
The Wychwood dead awake
Holes gape, stones slip
Trees come back to life
I lost a child
Here, in these woods
A soul child
Here, in paradise
Among the dead
Among the living
And the reborn
Out of darkness he comes
To witness with me
Such incredible peace
Even my footfalls
A piercing disturbance
Twig snaps
A cannonade
I breathe in the stillness
A presence among the dead
As they catch again
At the tinder box
Of new life
A new day
New Beginnings
Who is truly dead?
Who is just sleep-walking
To be aroused
Awakened
Rooting
In this new-warmed earth
This repopulated Eden
The Horned Gods silently stir
Stretching
Uplifted arms, out of silent slumber
Sprung so suddenly
From the prison of winter
With its numbing north wind
And its furies of frost
Trees uncoil like snakes
Re-clothed
In velvet green moss-skin
As the soft sun sings
Of another Eden Time
I wonder
How many more such seasons
Will come to me, like Lazarus
Before I am taken
Beyond even this Eden
With its war scarred peaces
To that peace
Which truly passes human understanding
A web log of walks in wychwood illustrated with the poetry and pictures created by those who come walking with Nick Owen
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
out of darkness
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