Enjoined

Out from the mists of time Our History comes ‘ A legacy of strength It flows in our veins Beneath each of us a pedestal straight and strong From the trials of Abraham who planted a tree To Moses who made us free Therefrom comes our family ‘˜till finally A soldier returns to our Temple’™s stones

I bless the air around me ‘“ So warm the sun upon me O’™ for a friend ‘ not just the rocks that surround me The post was a friend once so alive Her tears now dried Left me lonely

Rare, so rare that trees will share attached by root and branch Enjoined for life No sign of strife But a desire to share fruit and blossom To show to all how good life can be growing together you and me.

Now’™s not a time to weep Just because it’™s time to sleep Farewells are hard when one’™s loved a love that true to countless times ‘“ them and you and if, for all that, I’™m bound to choose one of all those things I must now loose I’™ll choose a simple leaf that’™s lived And gave of all it had to give ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  * ‘ Tale of a Fallen Leaf Brittle yet as of gold I’™ve lived a life both bright and bold ‘“ see how the nights are turning cold – just a fallen leaf? A bud upon a twig – sweet green One of a thousand ‘“ was’™t a dream? moved by an embracing sun’™s warm beam how bright …

How rumbles the earth torn by forces – lava’™s flame spewing its own into the sea unable to contain such violence – now unchained So builds a mountain from the deep to rise, to rise it now knows why ‘“ with a hiss and a sigh to breath the air to see the sky Ahh! A playground for sea-creatures, new A wonder just for me and you.

The grotto resonates to the sounds as though he IS the cello – and the bow pervading all as if Heaven surrounds in joys unbound ‘ there trembles and dances to the sounds

In Virgin rock slowly forms New shapes through sand and wind in violent storms As sentinels they solemnly stand Awaiting an eye – an eager heart to entrap in colour and then in frame a flight of fancy ‘“ without a name

Or do they sleep? They have no promises to keep A thousand years as though day may pass and yet their song’˜s still here to stay

Power in white A recent fall exposes virgin rock, bright in a hazy sun Who’™ld dare scale these cliffs so pale but so inviting too If but I had eagles wings Fly, I’™d fly ‘ high, so high with beating heart and brightened eye

Dwarfed by towering cliffs uprising of colours grey and blue and gold Granite giants, so still so strong I can but wonder at such creation. A line of green – a copse of pine find a root-hold, a place to grow All reach skyward, upward, highward and set my soul a-gasping – A mighty rock-face soaring so – a racing, stony river below. The strata in these walls of power tell of a grand creation – so long ago And Man’™s works dwindle to insignificance in the mighty mountain’™s splendour And I, small, stare humbled then lifted to heights I never knew.