From Kent Turner.
Tulsa, OK. USA / Halifax, Nova Scotia
In the silence lifting on the breath of heaven
the temporal cirrus and tossing crown
the lowest of heaven’s aspirations
a leaving of royal weaving found
Yet, my heart is drawn upward, cirrus !
while gazing at the fabric torn
high above earth’s unneeded worries
gazing at the beauty worn
The earth in a temporal moment
as if needed be, this day
to cover our lowly aspirations
with a high, directed song
to the eternal blue unending
and accompanying wind, breathing along
The lowest of heaven and the highest of earth
the visible sign of a merry mirth
fortelling of green-giving rain
arising on tomorrow’s wind around
and the ‘just so’ easing of the pain
of the lowly men, here bound
O Cirrus, not loud, nor featureless to man
born to be inspiration’s friend
the flying hope of earth’s highest dreams*
and deepest yearnings become known
high, above, where there is no sound
Beautiful, Perfect, Quiet, Alone !
© Kent Turner.