John Leroy Maxwell
From A Distance - Poem by John Leroy Maxwell
Sitting atop Gods beautiful mountain, I had a visionary dream..
I know not where she came from, but saw her moving along
through the orchards in the morning, and along the roads
throughout the day.. Planting and plucking wisdom like oranges..
She carried the sun in a small basket behind her eyes..
She spoke through them on planes of light.. I saw her from a
distance, as she spoke about nature to me thru a screen of
flowers.. She painted indelible words on the canvas of my mind..
She made magic pictures out of the frames of reason..
She wove music out of the sounds of being.. I was bound for hours
in the fine fabric of her aura.. I tried, at best, to capture her soul,
as I began to scetch her mysterious image in my mind..
But at twilight she began to fade, and by evening she was gone
Leaving only a memory.
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