To the uncreated

Hurtling through the california space
gentle dunes of undulating schemes
For which the creator found such express need
melted rock to craft these heedless dreams
Now suited in summers browns
dotted with buttons of green crowns



So inviting these rolling schemes
compelling me to set my feet free
As I walk this much fondled land
come upon breaks in the smooth brown wrap
The painful songs of the melted rock
that froze in poses of the uncreated



Like the aborted babe of the unwed mother
lay in throes of the agony of the uncreated
Monumenting the pain of human heart
of both loved and unloved sort



Me stand like a mossy rock
beyond all, like the eternal stock
I could be a balm to every heart
or a psalm that you sang and forgot.



Love & Grace