sun descends through tall trees
a thousand glowing shafts
all at uniform angle of the hour
one mere glancing touch
by the circle of infinite time
guides these tangents of light
to my face to my eyes
all the warmth of the world
carried inside the promise
this day makes to no one but me
here alone in the hushed
summer church of my forest
composing my unspoken prayers
with the help of the light
that allows me to see
all that’s held in my heart
all the sins all the stories
the curves and the contours
that otherwise hide in the dark
of my chambered interior spaces
revealing the shape of my soul
The human sun dial in magnificent words.
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wish I had thought of that for the title
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Beautiful — and that doesn’t say enough.
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I dearly appreciate that, joanna
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Amazing poetry Paul.
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thank you most kindly
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Thanks for this Paul. Truly a contented walk among a canopy illuminated in more ways than one. I could return to this poem again. They are great resources for the times when we can’t get out in nature ourselves.
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your thoughtful comment is sincerely appreciatd
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So very wonderful, Paul
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I’m pleased that you thought so, syl
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Always, good friend
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Moving and beautiful contemplation. The picture of the trees invites me in. Thanks.
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your compliment means a great deal to me
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