can you hear that call ?

can you hear that call ?

he walked around the landscape of man

with the seat of his pants still dampened

from sitting upon the Dew ladened grasses

of the early morn

yes he still embraced

these magical moments of transformation

as he took a ring side seat

to the new day’s glory

on the Skirts of Mother’s Garden

he sat in a ambient silence

as he awaited the dawn of this days symphony

where the fragrance of Mothers offering

danced in the gentle stirring

of life

he could smell the Harvest’s fruit

as it whispered it’s hopes and expectations

to his soul

and he became the exuberant instrument of it’s song

he cared not about his own appearance

for that which he had witnessed

dwarfed the thoughts of man

and all judgment

all he knew is that

his heart was filled with a light

and he lent this freely

to all who would taste this Joy he possessed

the sweetness he gave

the Gift

he remembers how the Sun of the new day

crept across the landscape in reverence

slowly awakening it’s Children . . .

and how it’s vibrant light

touched his naked toes

and warmed them

only to completely envelope him

with an indelible surety

that he was present

and he was

he could still hear the chirping

of those who sat beside him

in this Amphitheater

in the Pews of this Holy Temple

and offered their praise as well

as they commenced with living

and giving back

in songs of joy

and gratitude

yes, he was thankful

each day

for in that stilled moment

within him

he was held by Creation

and the Hand that spawned it all

can you hear that call ?

the Song of your Heart.

(c) 27 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.