cabin
by Jude Nagurney Camwell
soul aroused by roaring elucidation
exhausts its remembrance of God
rumbling words like subway trains
junk of language cluttered
the greater the dignity of angels
the fewer the words they use
it’s said the Lord spoke to Hosea
“Allure the aristocrat’s soul to the
wilderness and I shall speak to her heart.”
moving our selves to move a world
striking out for new communion
emerging from an embodied quietude
we retreat to a cabin in the woods
pining for stillness, simplicity
we find Life is still Not simple
grey wolf stands atop the hill
motionless above the wooded glen
over a cabin and its complication
alone his breath blowing ice mist
meeting cold morning wan light
cryptic simplicity an unnecessary art
the jay unacquainted with compassion
or finding the safe haven of truth
is driven to toil for his gravid mate
his song jars us from reverie
Tull-ull the anvil call he makes
divinity dwells in dissyllabic notes
desiring enlightened days in fences captured
children of our jeweled intuition presently
fly like beams of light through our hopeful clutch
reflection too painful too loud
silence, caretaker of our wisest thought
haunts us like ghosts of the dead
wood floors sing their patterns
wind makes windows tell tales
Failed Solitude Cacophonous Elusion
any road will take us nowhere
if that is where we choose to be
this cabin is our last defense
the dead who make their world
in dreams safe from realms of fact
awaken us, recalling ancient dreams
faith is kept to the inner fires
we’ve carved the inroads to know
the cabin shall not burn to the ground
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