Monday, August 26, 2013

Ancient heart

The ancient heart of blood red sand
sensed season's slide and felt
the slow parade of life's rough hand,
yet sighed beneath that touch.

She knew of more than we could know
and thought before each breath
which opened to eternity
and led us to our gift.

And yet no sacrifice was made,
she bowed, but only as, she sought
the true communion, mankind
with mother earth.

Within that freshened moment
when worlds were made and lost,
became but  humble servant
of all that Gaia sought.

There was no need for us to know
of what true path she drew,
the only edict ever wrote-
that we must mark her rule.

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