The post below came from my Website http://paxvillage.com/
I am thinking about building a new website and wanted to put
my blogs here where I started blogging so I would not lose
them in a process of changing over and they would still be
available for reading
Poetry from my Youth
RUSHING TO
THE SEA
There! There upon the mountain top
The water gushes down
Sprays upon the rock below
Halowed in a rainbows crown
There it goes by mountain town
Rushing in a stream
Bigger now, slower now
Not now quite as clean
There it goes in river bed
Joined in multitude
Filled with traffic, noisy boats
It’s lost its solitude
There it moves, slowly moves
Its burden never still
On its surface life abounds,
But life its soul will kill.
There it flows into the sea
From muddy, murky lands
To find its rest in ocean’s grave
Silent, washing silent sands.
Copyright © 2009william Hodge
Requiem for Unrequited Love
by William H. Hodge
I wrote this piece of prose poetry as an analysis of healing from a broken heart left from an incident of my life as a teenager. I found the included picture on a google search and I like it and the accompanying story so I included it.
http://kuhlsnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/06/unrequited-love-and-shifa/
We celebrate the Life and Mourn The Death Of this Spirit Child of Love. It sprang from the Soul of its Mother Full of promise, seeking succor In the heart of its intended Father
But He knew it not. His Heart saw it as a stranger He could not take it in.
It is not the fault of the Father that the child is Dead. It could have lived in the Heart of the Mother Unrequited.
But the Spirit Child of Love Could not grow without succor. Its Mother Killed it.
We are here to scatter its ashes in the barren desert of its Mothers Soul.
But as You Mourn its Death Know that it can be reborn. Its Ancestor is the Phoenix.
When it hears the Siren cry New Love will arise from its ashes Out of the barren desert Of its Mothers Soul It will leap forth into the world
It will seek succor from the Heart of its new intended Father
Love can never die. As long as there are those that will give it birth, It will spring forth into the world.
Where it finds nurture it will grow It will Blossom into a thing of Beauty
It will bring Joy Into the lives of those who behold it. It will replace despair with anticipation.
Know the Song of the siren. Hear it sing and give Birth. Nurture what you have wrought. Share it and know Joy.
Copyright © 2009 William H. Hodge.
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