James Walter Orr (02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)
A New Refuge
The wind that sighs through piney woods;
somehow, my heart has lightened:
Nature has someway found the balm
for that which made me frightened.
The stocks and bonds I used to hawk,
while pressure drove me mindless,
had stripped me of my heart and soul
and every trace of kindness.
A hawk now, of another kind,
drifts calmly through my vision:
erases from my mind and soul,
all signs of past division.
My eyes see clearly, like that bird’s,
and in day’s ending mission,
ignites for me, another life,
and flames a new cognition.
All that I am has found refuge
from thunder’s distant rumble,
beside this tiny waterfall,
that through the boulders tumble.
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