Jon Corelis


Northern Landscape - Poem by Jon Corelis

This is what created us. This light,
dappling the columned forests with petaled gold,
these nourishing and nourished streams, these bright
sun-laughing lakes, ruffling under an old
and infant wind, this intercourse of pine,
air, beam, mulch, bough, loam, moisture, say we fit
into the mothering niche of this design.
This does not belong to us: we belong to it.
If there can be a god, that god must be
what we are made to live for and within;
so in this pure cathedral we may see
our earth-determined being, and begin
to learn that we are water, light, and air:
our breath is homage, and our heartbeat prayer.


Comments about Northern Landscape by Jon Corelis

  • (12/1/2007 3:22:00 PM)


    Superb, expertly written, pantheistic praise for the stuff from which we all were shaped. Every breath a prayer indeed. Nicely thought-out rhyme scheme and line breaks. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/1/2007 3:07:00 PM)


    Beautifully spoken, Jon
    Kathleen Foster
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011


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