Thursday, September 11, 2008

The House of the Rising Earth















The seasonal shift is upon us
here in the land called prairie
it is abrupt and unforgiving
brutal and honest
it follows well-worn paths
alongside which ancient markers
unfaultingly point in the only direction
one can proceed.

It is this time at the end
of the musty summer
that is the time of renewal
of the mind and spirit.

One cannot be human
and consider the future
and be oblivious to the flaws in your plans,
in this the season that strips everything
of every conceit and superficial exterior.

The road is laid out for us
and we can but follow
through the wind and snow
that is sure to come
to the beacon at the far end of it all
that marks the trail that returns
upon itself to the end of time,
which has no end.

But still, we must consider
our choices our decisions
our failings and our triumphs,
and in this consideration
learn not what we should do
or should have done
or how best to carry on
or whom to join
or where to travel
or whether this or that
but simply

who we are.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sky, your posts with pictures and text are really exceptional.

D.Macri said...

I really like that too. The writing gets better every time I read them.