I am an inside sort of person--
not my father, who, born a hundred years ago
would surely have built a cabin in the wilderness
with his own hands -- felled the trees,
stretched animal-skin over timber-frame for shelter.
I would come much later, once the drafts have been sufficiently caulked
and the fire built. I would bring books
for the bookshelf.

Yet there is a peculiar salve in a clear sky--
my sheltered spirit begins to grow cabin-feverish, feel contained,
and a small dose of sky-gazing--
a nap on the lawn, a barefoot game of ultimate,
stretches this ungainly heart within me
toward the upward un-limits of pale blue.

I grew up mostly under cloud-cover,
but must have some animal memory of the Texas sky
of my father's childhood. It is a peculiar prayer,
this sky-gazing, and I wonder about
the first commandment. But it is a prayer often
and quickly answered, bringing healing
I didn't know I needed. My thanks and praise ascend
through the pale blue land of my soaring
and off into the heavens. For what I so love to receive
let me be truly thankful.

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Sky-gazing Contributed by banjo on Thursday, 8th May 2003 @ 07:35:00 PM in AEST Topic: NaturePoetry I am an inside sort of person-- not my father, who, born a hundred years ago would surely have built a cabin in the wilderness with his own hands -- felled the trees, stretched animal-skin over timber-frame for shelter. I would come much later, once the drafts have been sufficiently caulked and the fire built. I would bring books for the bookshelf. Yet there is a peculiar salve in a clear sky-- my sheltered spirit begins to grow cabin-feverish, feel contained, and a small dose of sky-gazing-- a nap on the lawn, a barefoot game of ultimate, stretches this ungainly heart within me toward the upward un-limits of pale blue. I grew up mostly under cloud-cover, but must have some animal memory of the Texas sky of my father's childhood. It is a peculiar prayer, this sky-gazing, and I wonder about the first commandment. But it is a prayer often and quickly answered, bringing healing I didn't know I needed. My thanks and praise ascend through the pale blue land of my soaring and off into the heavens. For what I so love to receive let me be truly thankful. Copyright © banjo ... [ 2003-05-08 19:35:00] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem

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Re: Sky-gazing (User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on Thursday, 8th May 2003 @ 11:33:55 PM AEST (User Info | Send a Message) Poetically well put!!!!! Your words conjure beautiful images. Nicely done!!! Angel always....Godspeed!!!