The Bay shows many faces, her wonders to behold, Sculpted from the ancient rock, and eternity’s undertow. The key of G wrapped in foggy cloak The peace of Cap Enrage.. Where earth & sky become as one Joined by rock and wood and sea, Tis there my soul abides. Tis there that I must be.
Now as a magic lamp of God Dost sparkle on the sea Where briny birds cry and the eagle rides The sky’s own mystery A symphony of greens call out In multi colored hue The driest eye within the heart Where all rivers run anew…
The energies of the countless souls Haunted echoes of the past The freedom road and heavy load Life seeks it’s needed path. Yet children find moonlight and moss On ancient climbing trees. Where the midnight wind and the bars’ Moan tends, the heart’s flow as the tide Cross Fundy’s ancient longing Tis there I must abide.
Can a heart pretend, or a mind comprehend That you behold, but cannot be At heaven’s gate the colors blend In life’s sweet symphony A single bird sings it’s heart’s refrain As sunlight fades to sea My soul at rest from eternal quest And I am what I must be.
I discovered this poem on another blog written by Donna Sheehy , I then placed it on one of my photos of the Bay.
2 comments:
Great poem Sheila and I love the way you laid it over one of your fantastic photos. Keep it up.
Beatiful blog. I share my poem.
The Bay shows many faces, her wonders to behold,
Sculpted from the ancient rock, and eternity’s undertow.
The key of G wrapped in foggy cloak
The peace of Cap Enrage..
Where earth & sky become as one
Joined by rock and wood and sea,
Tis there my soul abides.
Tis there that I must be.
Now as a magic lamp of God
Dost sparkle on the sea
Where briny birds cry and the eagle rides
The sky’s own mystery
A symphony of greens call out
In multi colored hue
The driest eye within the heart
Where all rivers run anew…
The energies of the countless souls
Haunted echoes of the past
The freedom road and heavy load
Life seeks it’s needed path.
Yet children find moonlight and moss
On ancient climbing trees.
Where the midnight wind and the bars’
Moan tends, the heart’s flow as the tide
Cross Fundy’s ancient longing
Tis there I must abide.
Can a heart pretend, or a mind comprehend
That you behold, but cannot be
At heaven’s gate the colors blend
In life’s sweet symphony
A single bird sings it’s heart’s refrain
As sunlight fades to sea
My soul at rest from eternal quest
And I am what I must be.
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