must not forget
The Space We made
Together, or alone
We Travel at a mysterious
Well Beaten Paths
Of Forgotten Snows
The white hare
The sparrows trill
Together we will sit
Calmly Quietly Still
Until we Approach
The Maze so Filled
With Forgotten paths By Ways so Still
wandering up and down
Until we reach Our Goal
And rest upon the New
Jeffrey C. McMahan Nov 11 06
once was two Mountains who loved one another.
From the beginning
of Creation, to the
fulfillment of time, they were separated.
In their loneliness
they wept. For that
which kept them apart, was a valley, which neither
cross. High up on the
shoulders of the two mountains, there was a spring.
Not of one, or the
other, but, of both, complete
into itself. The water of this
spring brought forth,
from the earth life. Out it flowed; bubbling, cool, clear
and bright, into the
valley it flowed.
It formed into a stream, and fell down
the valley, between
the two mountains. The tears of the two mountains
nourished the stream,
and, it became into a river, flowing into the plains
below. Bringing life,
into the plains below. After which it flowed
into a sea,
great sea, of water
two mountains knew of this stream, and came to drink of the
life. Each time, both
giving, into the waters of life. For each
time they came to
drink, they left of themselves, into the water, which, then
flowed into the
plains, and into the sea of water and life. But they could not
give fully of
themselves, and they were still alone.
years went by. The ages came and went. The two mountains would
see of each other,
when they came
down to the stream to drink. One would
come down as the
other was leaving. Their love grew stronger. Each time
they would leave more
of themselves, hoping, let one day they would unite.
Their tears made the
They came down to the
stream to drink
At the same time
Facing each other
They held each other
Into the river completely
once was a delta, in the sea, of water and life...
this publication 6-07
I lay there, barely sleeping.
And my dreams came silently creeping.
When in through my open window flew.
A large black bird with eyes askew.
It flew right in I couldn't stop it.
It perched on my just to hang around a bit.
It spoke to me in a verse.
That was hard to follow
And made me think of the worst.
Black and dark he spoke of things
Let made me shudder, and in my head ring.
Thoughts of hell, and in the abyss I go.
To follow, that sad tail of woe.
Deeper and deeper I travel
Until I reach a pinnacle of despair.
And on it Impaled.
Was a young lass, so dear
I thought to myself, what is she doing here?
I asked the bird to tell me more.
But he just shook his head
And said "nevermore"
written Oct 2004
prev. pub. 10-9-04
this pub. 6-11-11
too soon we part this dusty Jewel
To walk in Splendor, in Wonder and in Awe
To know the Joy of Mystery' deep
To plumb the well of knowledge, oh so deep.
Until we wake from slumber, and we meet.
To create and do, like our Fathers have.
18 2013 JCMCMahan