Nature's Place

Time Comes to Die


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.


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.


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


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