Grouses Wisdom

There is a kind...

and radiant soul...

who glows like...

a candle flame...

his tears...

the flux of...

an ancient stream...

from God's...

eternal time...

and once...

in a half...

a thousand years...

this humble...

creature...

molts...

to leave...

a gift...

and rise...

in fire...

as...

the Phoenix bird...

departs...

that every feather...

fallen here...

of metaphor divine...

will grow...

to a soul...

one day...

who will leave...

another gift to find...

toward this intent...

has heaven sent...

to spare...

the earth...

he made...

the father lay...

his little friend...

at the midst...

of the earth

to say...

hide not...

from God...

nor cover that...

that you...

would not...

have him know...

for he see's...

all things...

and is very wise...

to what passes...

here below...

all hearts...

with his...

are truly bless't...

confirmed...

in poetry...

what gift...

to men...

he'll leave...

some day...

tis not...

for you...

to guess...

ye nay decline...

a poet's rhyme...

you never know...

at all...

the long neglected...

Phoenix bird...

perhaps...

will pay...

a call...

a feather fallen...

from the sky...

of many...

that had done...

to lift...

the world...

in ages past...

and futures...

yet to come...

for this...

the fain...

of a fire bird...

most wondrous light...

by far...

would turn...

to dust...

on the faith...

of a trust...

then rise...

to become...

a star...





Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: Grouses Wisdom, unknown artist