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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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God’s Beauty – 2

Wonder

She perched upon the cliff’s pointed edge
Staring down into a concave world
With mounds of mighty stone
Interspersed across its cratered face
Mountains, punching up from the river cut floor
Lifting in layers to crest, flat-topped,
And sigh back, dipping heat-baked toes
Into the icy riverbed.
Under her feet, a path of grass spread down
Along the cliffside in zig-zag trails,Growing into a carpet of green trees
That rolled out in a line and dropped
Into the canyon crags.
Majesty, miles from her fingertips.

He laid back on the cliff’s flattened top
Gazing up into an endless sky
With speckled spots of light
Pricking points across its midnight face
Nothingness, punctured by burning bits of life,
Stretching beyond breadth of breath or sight
And expands still, sending whispered echoes
Into the inky void.
From his eyes, a stream of light reflected upward
Into the openness, took in the moon,
Dissolving into a stream of his own starlight
And mixing with the dust
Of other, foreign worlds.
Luminescence, lightyears from his reaching hands.

And both wondered,
Not for the first time,
Just how
small
they were.

– s. Clark

Across the Plains

Clouds billow, curling up in wicked waves
Upon a skyline sea of blue and gray,
Then crashing over rolling mountain peaks,
All speckled green with sanded underlay.
The wind beneath the waves collects the sand
And sweeps it down to meet the forest floor.
Endless expanse of empty, sun-soaked plains,
Where mankind’s frantic frenzy looms no more
Against the looming of the open sky.
For who could reach here but the hand of God?
No grasp of man could stretch so wide and far,
No stride of man had strength so long to trod.
And when the sun sinks down behind the hills
And bathes the plains within the blue of night,
Across the land, the waves spit lightening down,
To strike the mountains with a scorching light.

– s. Clark

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