The Light

This is a poem which I wrote in 2004. 

The Light

The beautiful still moonlight shines brightly over the landscape

No shadows veil this serene beauty

Why cannot I be so still and silent, like this beautiful moonlit night?

Hush, whisper the sounds of the night

Lest this wish be granted

Wait, I say how do I ease my pain

And find my gain

Is it only to be found in truth and light?

Wait until the morning, I hear

See the light glinting on the leaves of the trees

Know the sun will shine brightly

And enhance the beauty which nature decrees

Day and Night

Night and Day

Chasing each other away

Time never stood still

Now there is another will

We sang and we died

The never ending pattern of life-

The Light of Day and Night

So fleeting,

The sunny days of youth passed us by

How deep the yearning cry

Of Childhood Dreams

And of lives unredeemed

Reflecting on lives well spent

And better times which went

Of Long Forgotten yesterdays

Hush whispers the mother to its young

Stay calm until the morning comes

Watch the bird swoop in the morning sky

In the clear blue light of another day

So graceful in its flight

In the early morning light

See how the sun sparkles on the crest of a sea-wave

Filtering its way

Through clouds

And forming a stream of light

So bright -

For now

From the time

When we are born

There is a New Light on the morn

The glorious light of a New Easter Dawn

And in the pale moonlight

I looked out upon this Land

Which cast in this ethereal glow

Seemed etched as though by an Angel’s Hand

Listened to the sea-waves lapping upon the sand

It all became so clear

A beautiful landscape within my sight

I knew such beauty bestowed upon us

Came from the Grace of light

Listen to the Wind

While looking around the outside grounds of the Kremlin, Moscow, in September 2009 I was
quite mesmerised by the beautiful shimmering leaves of trees which seemed to shimmer in the
breeze as the wind whistled through them.  It was so quiet and almost uncanny, as the guide was leading
a group around the premises and giving a talk about the place.  The leaves in the trees were so noticeable
and I so clearly remember as though it was a message, brought by the wind and on the leaves.

  On the Gold Coast in a park the other day I noticed how beautiful the tops of the trees were
swaying gently in the breeze with the sunlight glinting on their tops and shining brilliantly on the sunlit
leaves against a vivid blue sky.  It is quite cold out of the sunlight
at the moment on the Gold Coast but brilliant in the sunshine.

  I will send some pictures of the brilliance of the autumn colours on the Gold Coast in autumn, however,
at present I am on a public computer.

  A beautiful rendering of a song about listening to the wind is by Hayley Westenra from The New World :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nq-X70DRrA

  Best wishes