Rain*

 

Within the sun and cloud shaped halls

of ancient, sculptured windswept walls

you were waiting

for me to find you.

Among the nubile nymphs and fawns**

wrapped in the raiment of vernal dawns

you were waiting

for me to see you;

and so I came like a child of night

into your eternal, ethereal light;

as you in silence and starry lace

illumined my path to humility.

Upon the mossy, marbled floor

where like rain you draped your hair

you were waiting

for me to touch you.

Beyond the dark and mystic door

where stark and cryptic dreams appear

you were waiting

for me to hear you;

and so I came like a child of night

into your eternal, ethereal light;

as you in silence and simplest grace

illumined my path to serenity.

 

Copyright © 2012 John M. Marshall

 

*Rain – title of sculpture by Avard Tennyson Fairbanks

Brookgreen Gardens

**Nymphs and Fawns – title of sculpture by C. Paul Jennewein

Brookgreen Gardens

 

 

Three Lives Converged

(At the Grand Canyon with Scooter and Liz)

 

 

 

We walked to the altar of the cathedral of stone,

as through its halls the wolves’ song rang.

Like an angel an eagle soared

high above Wotan’s Throne.

 

Below us the river like foaming fountains

christened the Earth and its mystical mountains-

man and woman and man’s best friend,

alone with God and His granite garden.

 

Shadows of clouds in slow motion moved

across the face of the sculptured rock.

Time disappeared in the silent fusion

of Heaven’s cape with the canyon’s cloak.

 

Hand in hand of love we spoke,

of loyalty, faith and enduring trust.

Prayers we offered to the world as gifts

returned as snow in the evening mist.

 

Beyond the peaks the setting sun

streaked the sky with its scarlet rays.

We called from the cliffs the sacred names

of the mother of nights and the father of days.

 

Upon the frame of the cosmic loom

three souls among the stars were spun.

Upon the banks of the rainbow’s flume

three lives converged and became as one.

 

 

© 1994 John M. Marshall