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Poems - Morning Worship
| | Morning Worshipby rondo
Morning Worship
Mornings in the Mojave Desert
Before the sun has reached its perch
Allows a follower spiritual meaning
More than one might receive in church
The scent of sage is incense
The cooing quail are chants of praise
The cool moist air is redemption
And chance for man to change his ways
A choir of finch and sparrow
Sing daily meditative verse
Preparing hearts for what the day might bring
When tempers rise and heat gets worse
Taking in an earth communion
In fellowship with desert life
Nature is my perfect union
She spreads her arms at suns first light
I seek the dawn with my confession
And swear repentance for wasted time
A scribe of nature I write life lessons
And fill a page with praise and rhyme
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Re: Morning Worship
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by Phoebe on Tuesday, May 15, 2012 (00:00:38) |
How beautiful it is to know a place so well it gives purpose and meaning to an existence....I was so fascinated by the wonderful images I could "see" through your poem Ron I did some research and found this......“An afternoon drive from Los Angeles will take you up into the high mountains, where eagles circle above the forests and the cold blue lakes, or out over the Mojave Desert, with its weird vegetation and immense vistas. Not very far away are Death Valley, and Yosemite, and Sequoia Forest with its giant trees which were growing long before the Parthenon was built; they are the oldest living things in the world. One should visit such places often, and be conscious, in the midst of the city, of their surrounding presence. For this is the real nature of California and the secret of its fascination; this untamed, undomesticated, aloof, prehistoric landscape which relentlessly reminds the traveller of his human condition and the circumstances of his tenure upon the earth. "You are perfectly welcome," it tells him, "during your short visit. Everything is at your disposal. Only, I must warn you, if things go wrong, don't blame me. I accept no responsibility. I am not part of your neurosis. Don't cry to me for safety. There is no home here. There is no security in your mansions or your fortresses, your family vaults or your banks or your double beds. Understand this fact, and you will be free. Accept it, and you will be happy.”
― Christopher Isherwood, Exhumations
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Re: Morning Worship
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by rondo on Tuesday, May 15, 2012 (00:25:11) |
wow the perfect adendom.....your comments are as rich as your poetry ...you must retain everything you read to have such a repetoire of refrence materials...as always it is great knowing you
Liddy I'll see you in my dreams
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Re: Morning Worship
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by liarbird on Tuesday, May 15, 2012 (21:57:07) |
Well Ronald...
I'm a worshipper in your church. No buildings; no signage;
no chanting...just happy to worship and believe in mother nature with what she offers.
Loved this Ronald
Lindsay
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Re: Morning Worship
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by rondo on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 (06:07:27) |
yes its obvious we have the same doctrine Lindsay and it is we who recieve the offerings and our altar boys go unmolested thx mate
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Re: Morning Worship
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by Ozymandias on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 (04:29:24) |
A very beautiful piece, Ron, and I particularly like the fine details and the general sensitive feel to the poem.
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Re: Morning Worship
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by rondo on Wednesday, May 16, 2012 (06:11:55) |
humbled and grateful for the offerings of one of the hotest dryest places on earth ..it really dont take much to be happy ...thanks buddy
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