Revelations, a sonnet
Slowly most arrive, others not quite so,
rarely seen, that sudden flash of light;
more often our knowing takes time to grow
before the curtain parts, before dark nights
become then clear as brightest of all days.
Sailing by, walking on, dancing through,
chosen from various offered ways,
never to return, nothing there to rue.
Clearer vision then leads to clearer choice,
moments of insight, filled with wonder
can be heralded by a simple voice.
Seldom darkest clouds are rent asunder.
Oftentimes I heard simple sweet bird song
that at evening sings alone and strong.
Beautifully penned !
This is lovely, Kevin. Thank you! ~Beannaichte’!
Clearer vision then leads to clearer choice…nice truth there in the middle…and excellent close kevin…the alone and strong…
this was exhilarating…taking in the photo of your blog as well..
it’s good to listen to that bird songs…observing nature can set things into relation again..
This gentle and subtle poem builds it’s vision beautifully, seeps into the mind’s eye and is absorbed there….’our knowing takes time to grow’ – yes it does, and this poem imparts your knowing to us Kevin. Thank you.
Birdsongs are beautiful, they can offer clarity just like your poem suggests.
http://adura-ojo.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/sailor.html
Lovely. I’d like to hear your speak this aloud. Maybe think of doing one of your recordings?.
Seldom darkest clouds are rent asunder – Wow.
Thanks, Kevin.