-- Reading the Signs --
by John Herlihy
Why are we so negligent in properly reading the signs,
Revealing an invisible world that the visible world aligns.
The sun rises and sets and in so doing finds its own way,
Darkness overtakes the day as the night comes into play.
True we live the days of our lives surrounded by mystery,
Also true , we live our lives surrounded by incredible beauty.
There within the very heart of nature, betwixt and between,
Lies the secret to all the mysteries that life can ever mean.
The warm breath of summer, the harsh wind of winter cold,
The seasons offer a variety of riches of any story ever told.
The birthing quality of spring rains, the color of autumn leaves,
Stillness in the darkness of midnight, comfort of a gentle breeze.
Within the heart of nature beats the heart of the Painter,
To apply colors to the natural world by a sacred anointer.
Scarlet red to the sunset, pale pink to first light of dawn,
The sky lighted with indigo blues, earth the color of fawn.
Leaves of autumnal yellow/orange laid to rest by breeze,
In winter, skeletal, naked trees humbled on their knees.
The silent tolling of summer blue bells ringing with ease,
An Indian summer keeping autumn chill at bay as a tease.
The list of nature’s artifacts goes on, but who’s counting,
Only the signs of nature as a book to be read amounting.
Let us look page by page at the miracle of nature on offer,
Here to the horizon and beyond, all in the divine coffer.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Sunday 16 June 2024
Right now the birds and insects are telling us something wrong. They are adapting the best they can within their niches. We don't seem to be reading those signs. I think we are on the wrong path as Robert Heilbrenner wrote over 50 years ago. Not even looking up to see the signs where we are going.
Ron