And these words are
but symbols
greater
still
yet
lies
beyond.
The source that feeds
life
to
life,
beauty to beauty,
and
love
to
all -
Is funneled and channeled
for truth to be told.

And what are we
if not but
runes?
Sacred symbols of the
Divine.
Expressed quite grandly,
though
greater still is our
true source -
Our beings simply
pin
points,
The Infinite trickled
down
as
human
form.

So what is life,
and what is
death?
Perhaps but only nature
recreating what has lived and
breathed once -
and now lives and breathes
once more.

Aahhh...and is such grand design
simply chance?
Or is it life creating life
as an Artist -
wiping clean each canvassed sheet,
painting birth,
death,
renewal.
For the Artist listens to the voice
of forever -
painting
such love,
such grace,
such beauty,
Through the brush strokes
of her soul.

And all points of eternity,
what was and now is.
and everything
for
ever
more -
is all contained within
an instant,
and the Artist knows
that life is but a brief
imagining
of what is now,
and the possibility
of what could
be.

I have struggled with such
vast expanse -
a simple poet battling in vain.
How to express a Force
so large,
so full of beauty,
with only symbols
forming words?

And as it is with every struggle.
a fight - a pause - a letting go,
the answer comes to me
quite clearly -

Love.

This one word
will say it
all.

Very, very beautiful, Eric. I love the
way you wrote this...and the content
is so true with such depth...I loved it all....