I pause to admire this wonder, where a quiet luminance nestles within the hollows, and verdant grace draws in warm embrace, sates the heart and mind and soul with an abundant breath of magnificence– ++++++++++–oh! What adoration does stir inside me! I bow to You! By Jason Weaver, 2020
Dead, I am not the man I once had been, forty years a fool, nay, not the man I was afore I awoke this morn’, (greater a fool) nor he who scribed these words, even, nor he before this breath– –and it is into this death and its completeness where life begets anew that I … Continue reading
There are many roads that go up that mountain, many roads that lead to sweet-dreamy scenes, roads that careen and twist and dip ’round the long, hard way, roads real easy to get lost on. These roads, in time, turn to trails, the trails to paths, and with enough pluck (and a lot of luck), … Continue reading
Then, as dusk fell, the heavens quelled to a pink velvet hum, and the illuminated mount wept in crimson praise for the day. And, too, had I wept. By Jason Weaver, 2020 This was written as a second verse to Witness to Splendor, found here. The two poems recall two different scenes, at two different … Continue reading
Shimmering blue, the sky rang out like a thousand crystal bells, and I knew it to be the most beautiful color I had ever beheld. By Jason Weaver, 2020 A second verse, Witness to Splendor (verse II), is found here. The two poems recall two different scenes, at two different times of the same day, … Continue reading
Love exuberantly, Love with the erumpent urge of a bursting star, Love, in every strike of the heart, Love, from the innermost wisps of essence to the outermost stretches, Love, all that is this Life, the sun and the streams, and the flowers and trees, Love man – Yes man! – and beast and Earth … Continue reading
