What sits beyond

these stars above

stands a man

who hides with reason

even when this life

it feels so damn freezing

but it is true

that one must keep to believing

in a law so divine

even as this fallen world

it spins so blind

just to be left unkind.


But when you make peace

with what lay beyond

you shall feel a ripple

echo through you

as it crosses the pond

with such an elegant pattern

likened to these rings of Saturn,

yet it is in His experience

that this life it fills us

with a hope immediate.


It is because of what’s above

my heart will always love

never bored with this world

so full of brawn

branded by this beauty

that fills my well

like a pool left to whirl.

But this world

it will always have

at least one story to tell.

Maybe one that drowns my fear

while His words

they ring in my ears

like a limb growing without me,

I must climb that tree within me.


These limbs of mine, like yours

they grow so far—fast and wide

to where some consider lost

but at what cost

do the depths of me

need to hide,

because these words

they have always kept me alive.


Do they deserve to yield themselves

to the mystic meaning

of what a word means

yet these words

they are nothing more

than wilted leaves

growing on this old tree

whose roots they grow

layered in antiquity

planted by a seed,

and that my friend

it is up to you to mend

while to these words I must tend.


Speaking of these leaves

as they sing songs of poetry

touched by a metaphor

that lies behind

a knocked down door

dangling with a dream

while the truth it unwinds

dirt cheap and cost free.

But in the opinion of a poet

is that first he must show it.

so the love within himself

he can finally grow it

while those in the future

they should learn to know it.


Just then, a voice from beyond

It beckoned loud, spoken clear

echoed by His astral reason.


“It is those that speak of tomorrow

who shall be left to feed with the heathens.”


“But to see that in this now

—this is it.

Now is all that forever is

and your desire must see this

because it is at its deepest

that love leans into its cleanest

where you see the sweetness

of this moment’s energy

like the one you hold in your hand

here as we stand

—in this now—where the moment

it will always prowl

with an essence of synergy

where love it shall

circle back around

written perfect without a memory.”


Then you came along

and I found a new song

so as you shall learn to listen

so shall I

because my friends

you just read a story

written through heaven’s eyes.

BeLove © 2018

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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