Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Bent, Blocked, Split, and Broken

Before sun, moon, and stars
Were set in the sky
To be our timekeepers,
There was light.
This is the first light
The spirits of trees reflected.

Shadows on a sundial
Spell time.
Time is the absence of first light;
The empty shadow is death.

In a 3,000 year old forest
First light reflected here
Penetrates the temporal body
And the aura of a soul is cast,
A spectral refraction
Of one imprismed
Outside the garden guarded
By the flaming sword
That keeps the way
Of the tree of life.

The forest destructed,
Is a reflection of inhumanity,
But there will always be a forest,

Reflect on that
While peering on inverted worlds
Reflected on the surfaces of water.
The first face
The spirit of God moved upon.

If created in the image of our gods
Would we destroy any forest?
Pollute any water?

Or don't ask.
The tree of knowledge is our downfall.

Under a forest
Or under water
Questions cease
And we can be
Outside of time
Our own godly reflections
Of worm meat and body dust
In drops of dew
Bending back blades
Of bitter herbs and grasses
And let the stars we are made from
Shine of their own accord.


  1. OH MY GOODNESS, Libby. This is just beautiful. Stunning. A glorious read right down to its closing satisfying lines. One of your best.

  2. So glad you put a crumb of hope and forgiveness in there. Love the imprism line, as if imprisoned in the eye of a prism.

  3. A brilliant and bright reflection on our spirituality and our morality. Like Aprille, I like the line... heck, the stanza, containing the word imprism. You outdid yourself today, Libby! (sorry... misspelling in the first go!)

  4. Oh my! I'll be reading this reflection over again! I love this: "Time is the absence of first light;
    The empty shadow is death."
    The first face
    The spirit of God moved upon."
    The way your narrator stripped everything back to before time and then came back into the present to question the make up of humanity is pretty awesome.

  5. This is so very beautiful! I absolutely LOVE the last two lines.

  6. Libby,

    A serious set of considerations to be made. A form of deep thinking afforded, by reading your words today.


  7. Libby, I really like that first stanza....that one really awed me! And the last two lines:

    "And let the stars we are made from
    Shine of their own accord"

    I think this is my favorite poem of those of yours I have read!

  8. Wow- Libby--this is so beautiful--makes me pause a bit---and I loved the last stanza--

  9. Beautiful lines, every line a beautiful thought. I agree, "imprismed" hooked me. You reflected quite a lot in this!

  10. Beautifully penned...charming spiritual emotions made me re-read the stanzas again. Lovely lines, Libby!


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