June's Passing
By Sundon
Under the old Oak near a stone wall...
Time passes with my dreams.
Upon the worn bark weighs the sunset hour.
Once I had arrived at your door,
and now near these ancient stones the story ends.
But there I shall have that night with you
in satiety and in falling stars soft glow.
Everything I shall have forgotten
But this one thing: for a season to be loved by you.
This love knew neither turn nor going,
You were and are the found treasure;
I held you with a grateful heart...
In its hunger for eternity.
I cannot make my heart believe
that your value has been diminished...
Heart, grown use to every absence--
That this moment can extinguish
A love for which an entire life is not too long.
You will always remain the best part of me...
A small river stone with our names and moment
rests near those ancient roots where we anointed
that sacred ground with our rapture...
appropriate; stones to stars...
Thanking Angels who watch... amen.
Copywrite, Passage from the book; Stones to Stars by Don Underhill
Reflections
By SundonReflections of you and I....
Across the road in the haze above the Pines
I can feel the quiet there in those tree tops.
The heat of the day making everything still
it comes closer to my windows, silent
watching my thoughts grow.
...persistent, and steady, the stillness comes
like a sailor waiting on a sweltering day for one
small rise in the sails to carry him before
the fervor of his own solitude.
Thunderheads rise like great halls with
their paintings of Angels and cool rain.
I remember the sound of her heart beating
last night, and the taste of her smile,
now reflected in my eyes looking back at me
from the mysterious light of a hot afternoon
in which an ordinary man's love stands wondering
how it is he was found, held tenderly, and kissed.
In this quiet moment he reflects on her hand in his
and the warmth of her resting under his arm...
Captured by each of a hundred small smiles,
and the whispered love meant for only her ears...
She has changed him forever into something light
and strong....Her goodness washes over him as
the wind blows in a soft summer rain cooling
the face of those old Pines, and his thankful reflection.
The scent of heat released from ancient stones in the field
reach his heart as the hard edges fall away...
memories like broken shards a mosaic now
paint his story among the rising stars....
Copywright; from the book: From Stones to Stars by Don Underhill
Sometimes
By Sundon
Sometimes
Sometimes when soft voices are heard late at night,
or when a bird calls to its mate, now and again
when the wind whispers your name through the trees
I stop... and I listen for a long, long time.
My heart walks out under those stars
and down the hill back to a place, again and again
where I stood alone in the bitter winter night
and found peace baptized by falling snow...
There on a bench near a frozen lake I listened,
full of wonder at the great mystery of now and then.
I heard songs of yearning, prayers barely whispered
and watched a far off candle endure burning to shed light.
My soul inseparable from the trees rustling in the wind
and the sun rising to light the trail home.
How strange to wander in search of that which seeks me,
and to find a heart melting in the snow at my feet.
So, I have learned to listen, to observe, to be attentive
to the hand that guides me and you...I have learned to be still.
I am at peace, content that I am moving to higher ground
sometimes towards holy ground... sometimes a star...
Inside Out
By Sundonthere are songs, and Latina guitars
that play all night
Inside this stone
are long miles and endless trails to you
Inside this stone
every prayer whispered is painted on smooth walls
enshrined there forever
The outside is cool and smooth
inside the sunset seas from every corner
under the heavens your infinite eyes blaze
Inside this stone
my heart beats where only you have been
Inside out this stone
rests upon the map towards home
Inside this stone
the hand of God holds a soul
inside out a star
Copywrite; passages from the book; From Stones to Stars by Don Underhill
Tonight...
By SundonAs the evening is coming to rest on our porch
the abyss of eternity is out there in the dark
for those who have lost their dreams...
The windchime tinkles in the evening breeze
as I light the candle lantern... my signal
to those Angels who watch near my heart
my heart that is still burning...
The taste of salt is on my lips
recalling the impossible depths
of the sea above and below
and all those who have traveled to
this place in time with me...
I step out under the white stars
and stand listening to my heart
as I dance towards God.
Copywrite, a passage from the book; From Stones to Stars by Don Underhill
Somewhere In The Middle
By Sundonthat creak and moan
under the weight of
prayers lifted to the stars.
a moon lit trail
familiar yearnings sing
back to me in the darkness
holding my soul closely.
somewhere in the middle
drifting heavenward
each sacred name a dream.
floating like a small vessel
a single candle lantern
cradled among great stars.
that carried my heart
to the shores of life
again and again and again...
that rests in each song
behind our eyes
eternity ringing in our ears...
Copywrite From Stones to Stars, by Don
Underhill
Field Stones
By Sundon
Stones to
Stars...
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