Jim Davidson


The Nature Of Man's Spirituality - Poem by Jim Davidson

I walked today
0n a well worn path
Dusty grey red rusty brown from
Ages ago
When giants walked the earth
Ages ago
When great sea burrowing cetaceans
Sought safety in deep grey ooze and mud
I walked on their legacies
Their carcasses
Their bones

It was a spiritual place: Sedona
A vortex or so they say
A place that draws essence
A place that renews vigor
Where people give voice and life
To the faces and figures carved by Nature
In a labyrinth of towering vistas

Humans assign life where there is none
Then choose to ignore life when it is within our gaze.

That seems to be the nature of our spirituality.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 23, 2012


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