Language is a Song

Language is a song
Which rolls like grace off the tongue.
A love song watered down into other uses
And sung each day unenthusiastically.

I wonder how exciting it was for Adam
To hear the first words sung by Eve,
And how melodically eloquent
They were to his lonely soul.

Those words,
The realization and expression
Of her complex and gentle spirit

Mei hua
Piaoliang hua
Beautiful flower
Exquisite blossom.

…………

I don’t want to be like the rest
But how – on a satellite as dark as this
Does a man recover his heart again?
How do I aquire
This great desire of my heart,
To know deep down
That I live a life of honor.
To conquer compromise
To quell the complaining
And to quit wasting
This short and precious life
Making it count
For the sole reason that it is holy,
Standing firm against mediocrity.

There Are Places (Poetry)

The heart of Eden
Has lain in my arms.
A spirit of peace
And childlike satisfaction
Has kissed my face.
The vain frivolities
Of our age and kind
Seem to have no grip
on her
I lay weary
I lay broken
And she strokes my head
Stroking my misery
Into the void of time
And her touch speaks
without a word
Saying,
“Why worry about
What you can’t change?
It’s out of your hands.
So rather,
Why don’t you fill your hands with mine,
Wrap your fingers in my fingers,
And lay your heart
On my heart,
And wait for the day
That God makes all things right.”

………

There are places and times
When for a moment,
Evil does not exist.
It’s just you
And the heat
The clouds
The water
And a little boy with his grandfather
Marveling at the geese.
The whole world
So large
So new
So exciting.

My Shadow Of Eden

Which do I long for more?
Which do I want to hear,
Standing in the woods alone,
The music of man,
Or the music of nature?

I know not.
I thank God for music all the same,
And I long for you, my love,
To hear, to see, to feel,
What I, in this moment, do.

To know, more than ever,
What Eden might have been,
To see what Adam might have seen,
To experience a shadow,
Of how Adam might have known God.

These trees,
Are the trees of life.
This river,
Water for my soul.
And you… You are my Eve.

I wish you were here,
To walk with me,
To talk with me,
And I wish I could embrace you,
The way these woods are embracing me.

All Photos Belong To Dean Marais