Nature's Place

Time Comes to Die

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Long slender avenue of green, thorny red devil, wings asheen.

Came out of the darkness, the shadowy green.

Antennae a waving, this way and that.

Big black mandibles closing, on what?

The disc of an eye protruding to see.

No one else there but me.

*

Up and down she went. On that dark avenue of green in the sky.

In her hunt for what I don’t know. She awakened to me and not I.

A looking confused for no reason. Would come to her action in time.

I left her a little of sweetness. She never would know it be mine.

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I love the small things from the darkness so deep.

I love their colours and mine.

I love the shape that god made them.

I love the touch that is Thine.

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Out of the blackness you touch me. Into the blackness of me.

I have so little to give Thee. But do take it all, it is free.

Come to the life you have made me. Take from me all that I be.

When time comes to die, all I can say is …

… I see.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click any picture and click again to enlarge

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  1. Mark said, on 08/09/2009 at 12:56 am

    Touched …

  2. Laura said, on 07/09/2009 at 11:30 pm

    …touching…


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