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The Garden
By John Kaniecki
I am, he is, she was, we will
be
The brutal sun shines, and
has shined, and will shine some more,
Jah twirling a diamond
diadem of creation
as if on top an oak staff
spinning in hand
Sprinkling hues of light
Lavender, purple, rose, pink
A recreation of darkest
carbon
Somber winds soar over the
sea
Kissing his lover
Making waves of emotion
with white caps of ecstasy
sunlight penetrates
warmth birthing clouds
White laughter, darker shades
of doom
Blown over vast expanses of
perishing Mother Earth
Children, crying, yearning
Trees rustling leaves dancing
poetically
Tall grass moaning, yellowish
brown, swaying
Cows skeletal stomachs
seeking sustenance
To fill hollow empty caverns
Creeks now depressed
passages,
foul smelling mud
cracked or at best damp, a
frowning face
Agonized depression in
unified appeals
To heaven
Help us
Jah
Jah
Crackling thunder, boom,
boom, barroom!!
Announcing what is to come
Scattering flocks fly,
fluttering confused wings
Scurrying creatures search
for shelter
Wilderness senses satisfying
salvation
A solitary drop splattering
Suddenly a sensation of
satisfaction
More and more the rain does
poor
Lightning slashes slaying a
tree
For the long prolonged climax
Hard, dry ground rejecting
its deepest desire
Water denied gathers as
the onslaught unmercifully
falls
Parched land produces puddles
Currents come into existence
The creek normally gentle and
swaying
Transformed to a river
rapidly roaring
Increasing intensity
dissecting the banks caving in
Cutting and taking
branches, twigs, leaves, logs
All whisk down toward the sea
A rock rambles and rolls on
the bottom
emancipated from its grave
Aftermath
A refreshed reality
The Storm of the Latter Rain,
a Storm of Eternity
Civilization in cataclysmic
ruin
Armageddon
In renewed compassion we weep
for the multitudes
dead
The digital age has died
Technology terminated
Nobody cried nor cared
We were lost
We will not be lost in worry
A single cricket sings as a
hushed creation listens
Thirsty, Jah stoops to drink
from the creek
Water refreshing crystal
clear
Lapping slippery liquid
satisfying his thirst
A sparkle catches his eye
Intrigued he dives into
A baptism, he shivers resisting
bitter cold
Clutching out towards the
stone
Reborn he gazes upon the
diamond in wonder
A token for his Love
We have forever returned to
the garden
This time with wisdom
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