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| Robert Maddox-Harle |
Lonely Vigil
Keeping a lone vigil
the girl waits for father’s return,
the diving seagulls screeching
watching the ever changing sea,
the calmness of an aqua mirror
morphing into dangerous avalanches of foam.
Great spiritual magnet
pulls the devoted closer,
but consumes the careless.
The lure is enticing,
a baptismal font of enigmatic blue
shimmering under a menacing sky
where communion brings renewal.
Thoughts of happy days drift by
echoed in the intoxicating silver-salt-spray
dancing in the soothing breeze
lifting her spirit towards the rolling clouds,
careening in the sounds of pulsing waves
as they kiss the tidal zone,
the gateway from material to spiritual.
This transition realm a deep and taunting mystery
starfish and shells washed up endlessly,
an arcana of veils
holding many secrets,
the key to their revealing
is the locksmith of universal love.
A transcendental experience reading this poem!
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