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Scripture in the Sand

July 9, 2011
By Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran


I met some island natives
The apple of their Eye
Was the city behind the setting Sun
Amid acres of rosy-red sky

Their skin the color of dreaming
Their hair like the lion’s mane
Their cloaks and dresses quilted
Out of freshly-fallen rain

Their village was built from yew trees
The stones were black and white
They fed off the fragrance of the air
And drank only cups of light

To speak, for them, was singing
To step forward was to run
They had heard of a thousand spirits
And that a thousand could be One

Their prayers were always earnest
They murmured through their ears
Laughing, it was all of their laughter
Crying, it was all of their tears

They had a certain scripture
Or a song, perhaps, in their hearts
Which spread through the soul like a sunbeam
Or a stag, when it leaps and darts

When each day was created
In the furnace of fiery dawn
One would look towards the scent of the ocean
And wander, silently, on

He would reach the beach and walk until
His feet touched upon the sea
Then kneel to kiss the damp shore
Which hugged his bended knee

Then the sunlight lit up the fingertips
On his gently outstretched hand
With it, he caressed the golden shore
And carved the Scripture into the sand

The spidery words along the coast
Would dance beneath the clouds
They were unfurled from around a beating heart
An opened book, an unraveled shroud

I watched this many mornings
But each day, the hungry tide
Would sweep away the hand-carved words
And cast my glowing eyes aside

I wept for the erosion of beauty
And for the loss of what I read
While I sat so still upon the beach
With a slightly bowing head

The natives saw me weeping
So they whispered unto me
That the writing on the golden shore
Was a gospel to the sea

So now I understand the stars
And the lines upon my hand
And love and death and sorrow
And the Scripture in the sand


The author's comments:
What a very happy place!

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on Jul. 5 2012 at 11:06 am
Kestrel PLATINUM, Warrenton, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
-There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. (Shakespeare, Hamlet)

"To speak, for them, was singing
To step forward was to run
They had heard of a thousand spirits
And that a thousand could be One"

This part is my favorite. You have a crazy way of making words make sense. 


leafy said...
on Dec. 22 2011 at 10:58 am
leafy, City, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Gil: I would like you to read my novel and get your opinion. 
Ernest Hemingway: I hate it. 
Gil: You haven't even read it yet. 
Ernest Hemingway: If it's bad, I'll hate it. If it's good, then I'll be envious and hate it even more. You don't want the opinion of another writer. 

Raven, I adore your quote in a thousand sighs. As I've mentioned this before and will say this many more times in the future, Raven, you always have a way with words. This poem was quite lovely and blissful, and it was a sad sight to see it close to an end.

on Jul. 27 2011 at 10:02 pm
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM, Lothlorien, Utah
44 articles 16 photos 2216 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boredom instigates extreme creativity.
~Amoniel

"Bowing gratefully to all of my subjects, 'thank you. Thank you. The pleasure is mine." Nah, I'm just kidding. We're all kings together.'"
~Thesilentraven

Madness is one of my many favorite bands. That particular song reminds me of Yellowstone, rain, and fence posts.

I think so, if you mean what I think you mean.


on Jul. 27 2011 at 7:41 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

"Look, what have I become? Distancing myself so far and from
But gazing out I waved the night boat on, for now it's heaven in deepest Tottenham." I'll admit, it's not the kind of music I usually listen to, but I found it to be a great song. I spent a half hour looking over the words. Much madness is divinest sense, I guess. :)

Doth the Amoniel hear my call?


on Jul. 27 2011 at 2:47 pm
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM, Lothlorien, Utah
44 articles 16 photos 2216 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boredom instigates extreme creativity.
~Amoniel

"Bowing gratefully to all of my subjects, 'thank you. Thank you. The pleasure is mine." Nah, I'm just kidding. We're all kings together.'"
~Thesilentraven

Have you ever heard the Madness song 'Fallen For A Lamppost'?

 

That is beautiful.


on Jul. 27 2011 at 2:35 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

I'm glad, you answered with your spirit. It's a bit difficult asking such questions, but it's even harder for one to allow their spirit to seep into the words which they project into the world.

Lampposts, I will say, have a very large role in my odd life; I have befriended many of them. They make excellent guardians, and they know quite a lot; for they are travelers, though they appear to be rooted in the ground.


on Jul. 26 2011 at 6:51 pm
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM, Lothlorien, Utah
44 articles 16 photos 2216 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boredom instigates extreme creativity.
~Amoniel

"Bowing gratefully to all of my subjects, 'thank you. Thank you. The pleasure is mine." Nah, I'm just kidding. We're all kings together.'"
~Thesilentraven

Lampposts are beacons, invitations to strange and magical worlds where they were planted into new born worlds as twisted weapons wielded by witches. The new born earth breathed new life into them, and they grew as wholesome and pure way-lighters. 

Lamp posts are also quite bothersome when the full moon is out, but as with all things, they are light and dark, like their black metal and shining souls.

 

(I do so love strange questions, few have the courage to ask them.)


on Jul. 26 2011 at 5:00 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

I float upon a thousand sighs, as they rise from the parted lips of the poets and the lovers, and that's how I keep the city behind the setting Sun in sight. Because breath is spirit, as you must know, and the spirit always yearns to rise.

Now, for a strange question (and one that probably won't mean anything to you): what are your thoughts of lampposts?


on Jul. 26 2011 at 1:18 pm
IamtheshyStargirl PLATINUM, Lothlorien, Utah
44 articles 16 photos 2216 comments

Favorite Quote:
Boredom instigates extreme creativity.
~Amoniel

"Bowing gratefully to all of my subjects, 'thank you. Thank you. The pleasure is mine." Nah, I'm just kidding. We're all kings together.'"
~Thesilentraven

Ahhhhhhh, lovely. <a breath exhaled a spidery incense-smoke.>

Aderes47 GOLD said...
on Jul. 22 2011 at 7:26 pm
Aderes47 GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Henry Drummond

You're welcome. :)

on Jul. 22 2011 at 5:57 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
40 articles 2 photos 1634 comments

Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

Thank you so very much! That means a lot to me; I spent many days writing this poem, and you're the first (as you've probably noticed) to comment on it.

Aderes47 GOLD said...
on Jul. 22 2011 at 3:51 pm
Aderes47 GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
11 articles 0 photos 897 comments

Favorite Quote:
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Henry Drummond

This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read in my life! It's a real pleasure to read your poems. :)


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