There’s a time for one to settle

In a place of lone reflection

And to re-arrange the values

With the true

And it won’t abide the clamour

Of the honking or the hammer

And it’s calling to the high place

Calling you.

Simple bird songs at a stream-side

Blasting breezes on the hillock

Chilling dews that raise the dreamer

Out of sleep

As the eagle top the mountain

Fasts and preens his harsh renewal

Such an urgent tryst with God, yes

That I’ll keep.

And I’ll render no accounting

For some worldly dues a-mounting

And no pointless explanation

To the fool

Who sees mammon as the heartbeat

Men’s approval guiding his feet

Deaf and dumb to beauty’s standard

As the rule.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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