Song Poem by Ron Dragano
Song
I read the news today - winter is history
A fading memory, blowing away in a warm wind
That's easy on ya, - carrying songs.
Most everybody sings along,
Something inside can't help but sing
Echoing spring's rising tide
Today, buds sprouting, trees leave out lime green,
The birds sing.
Today's sun shines golden, lucent on the green,
The frogs sing.
Today's blue-eyed sky will ripen to wide-eyed, starry night
It's all here - dawnto dusk alight,
The crickets will sing.
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who didn't
I read that the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi is not by St. Francis
The very prayer my father had hanging on his wall -
"Make me an instrument of your peace…"
Not his. A fact that Franciscans readily acknowledge.
"Too much I and me, " they say."Not enough brothers and sisters,
Too little Jesus and Lords.Not his."
Ah, yes, the poem that isn't his...the Monk's, that is....but what about the MAN underneath the monk's robe, the one who lies naked in his bed at night, his mind wandering, searching to be an instrument of God's peace...therein lies the true poet?
Missing word (c.h.ink) appears not to have been politically correct... shaft, then, or flash even.. och..
...and then one day, a of light, a spark of life, and layered notes of insight.. and the call of something, possibly inexpressible . Was good to catch sight of you again Ron D... Be weel, and may some good things happen to you yet..
.. To write about meaning and what's true, to write about what matters now, to write about what's behind appearances amongst the trees and the rivers and the stars and seasons and the rain that falls and the sea that never fills; and the coldness and warmth that enfold our lives, and news that's ancient...
I hang about sometimes, you know. At your old house but nobody comes and goes. Must have moved into that log cabin amongst the trees, I guess. High, where the rivers trickle, where the stars sweep down on cloudless nights. To write lesson plans, and remember many things....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:56:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
buds sprouting the birds singing, golden sunshine, the frog, crickets, prayer. make me an instrument of peace...... just such a fine poem with great moral values and reflections. dear poet. thank u. tony