Alive

Posted by Jamie Ann (Lakewood, United States) on 14 June 2007 in Landscape & Rural.

Winds of the cosmic whisper, touching my time upon earth,
they batter me with terror and caress me with beauty.
I sing life’s song to the sunshine hillsides
and bow to the applause of wind-rustling pine boughs.

I delight in the myriad stars of the wild-darkness of mountain night
though they have given me no more answers
than have preachers or philosophers or beer.

I am a voice as is the river the voice of fallen rain.

When I sing the songs of humanity,
they are the bellow of a bawdy beast,
the soft whispers of a subtle lover,
the cry of flesh, lost to the labyrinth of mortality,
the anthem of a soul, small as an alpine flower
and as vast as eternity.

It is a wonder to be alive.