Honorably with prudence,
you traipse the edge of
Light and shadow,
sifting through the
clamor and sham of
(livings) guise, you
find those willing
to embrace the Light
and walk humbly in it
.
Depositing clues; you
apprize your seekers
to remain unfettered.
As an invisible flautist,
playing cherubic lines,
You encourage those
willing to lead quiet
lives, and endue those
chosen to amend and
guide the hearts of others
.
Is it a frame of mind,
or a tear effloresced
in shafts of luminance?
Is it the calefacient sun
that invokes the purest
water as an outpouring?
Could it be the distance
between heartbeats that
summons brilliance to
the imperial vanguard?
.
Enchanted visionary,
is it you who considers
the archetypal paths for
souls hungry to animate
their dreams? Are you
the instigator who stirs
threadbare passions to
revive and reveal those
treasures in the geode?
.
Where is it you brood
Monarch, and to whom
do you dole your stirring?
I have searched for beauty
a lifetime in sculptures -
in ancient manuscripts -
in the spirit of a matter -
in the straits of emotion -
in the faces of prospect;
with the rearranging of
rudiment I have sought
out wizardly combines -
perceived in mind’s eye -
to discover where you are…
.
A shifting phantom oft
spoken by those great
seekers of innovation;
seers peeling the
substrata of tellurian being
to reveal unsullied pearls of
brio and coruscating conception
.
Yet still,
.
I am, on occasion,
afflicted in my thoughts…
Apart from inexorable attempts,
I have only caught an incomplete
view of beauty in curtailed instants.
.
I wonder...
will the cerement
be placed around me, in
the absence of my ever
knowing your fullness,
or is it only then
that your fullness
can be known?
.
richard lloyd cederberg
© 2019
        Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series