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Poet: Vachel Lindsay (Vachel Lindsay Art)
Poem: Alone in the Wind, on the Prairie
Comment 1 of 1, added on December 27th, 2008 at 11:23 PM.
There lives within all of us the spirit of Revisitation, who takes us back to beloved memories and times as well as injuries and tears shed. She invites us to recreate and reinvent what was, for whatever the reason may be- whether we need to heal from pain, or find hope and peace within ourselves, or to commune silently with those we hold dear to us. What she offers us is out of the Love which is God, Who created us from the depths of the complexity of His Mind and Heart.
Closer than the air we breathe she is, and in spite of her divine bearing "as one in manner born to tread the forests of fair Paradise" to lead us closer to God, she lovingly takes our hand and walks with us in this "dark memory's wood" of our mortal life. Reaching into
"yesterday's deep dream" where we may have had to pause for our respite, she does so, "with bowed head"- realizing the frailty of our human heart and mind. Lifting us up to walk with her she sends Heavenward our prayers that we may hold our memories as God Himself holds us in the silent perfection of His Memory; we hold to our Guardian and love her tender care of us. Her "unbound hair" flows around us and holds us lovingly. This work holds dear meaning to me because I know this angel's touch, and presence. I merely thought I was alone. Hers is the dance of the snowflakes that fall from the greyest of skies, the touch of the wind that rustles the tallgrass of the prairie. She comes to me as Mother, sister, dearest love and friend, personified as Woman. She is the snowflake- no two are alike, even as the tracings of the thoughts of my heart are not alike. This is why she is called Intuition sometimes. She knows her child as only she may, and I am ever hers.
Michael Falconer from United States
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There lives within all of us the spirit of Revisitation, who takes us back to beloved memories and times as well as injuries and tears shed. She invites us to recreate and reinvent what was, for whatever the reason may be- whether we need to heal from pain, or find hope and peace within ourselves, or to commune silently with those we hold dear to us. What she offers us is out of the Love which is God, Who created us from the depths of the complexity of His Mind and Heart.
Closer than the air we breathe she is, and in spite of her divine bearing "as one in manner born to tread the forests of fair Paradise" to lead us closer to God, she lovingly takes our hand and walks with us in this "dark memory's wood" of our mortal life. Reaching into
"yesterday's deep dream" where we may have had to pause for our respite, she does so, "with bowed head"- realizing the frailty of our human heart and mind. Lifting us up to walk with her she sends Heavenward our prayers that we may hold our memories as God Himself holds us in the silent perfection of His Memory; we hold to our Guardian and love her tender care of us. Her "unbound hair" flows around us and holds us lovingly. This work holds dear meaning to me because I know this angel's touch, and presence. I merely thought I was alone. Hers is the dance of the snowflakes that fall from the greyest of skies, the touch of the wind that rustles the tallgrass of the prairie. She comes to me as Mother, sister, dearest love and friend, personified as Woman. She is the snowflake- no two are alike, even as the tracings of the thoughts of my heart are not alike. This is why she is called Intuition sometimes. She knows her child as only she may, and I am ever hers.
Michael Falconer from United States