THE GAME OF LIFE

REFLECTIONS FROM LUCERNE –A COLLECTION 


PEBBLES IN THE SAND

It came to pass – we touched
and the universe issued forth an ancient note.
Once again when lovers embraced in the warmth of skin to skin,
reverberations along the X and Y axis of being’s very soul
shuddered in unison.
Murmurings bridged time’s immortal gap.
We found each other – in the streams and lakes, in the loon’s call,
in the moss of swamps,
amongst the pebbles on the shore,
pressed together, silently rocking in ripples, gently breathing into each other,
kissing lightly as a canoe glides softly across and through
the surface of God’s mirrors.

GOD’S OWN

Old friends pass away, loneliness sets in, strength wanes, dreams die.
And yet … we must remember:
What good’s an old tree?
They stand embattled and somber, perches for hawks and ravens, castles for insects,
labyrinths for squirrels,
majestic vectors for new dreams.
So life’s gate is closing?
Who cares, we can’t stop movement. The journey was one grand party, one long stroll through the forest.
Can you recall those times when we came upon an “Oldie,” an ancient spruce, yellow birch, white pine, oak, linden, maple, black cherry, tamarack,
Norway pine, butternut, balsam, aspen, hemlock, ash, cedar
and we stopped awestruck in its presence?
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