Muse Monday

ChefE has started a new forum for Mondays. It sounds exciting to me. This is my first entry. I hope it is not too lengthy. It pretty much sums up my feelings about enjoyment of my time on earth. Thanks for having me, Elizabeth.

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THE COVENANT

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The forest dons its autumn veil

Of falling leaves, along the trail.

A painted carpet overwhelms

My venture into nature's realm.

The worn and weary path I take

Has disappeared beside the lake.

This glimpse of Heaven where I stand

Is, surely, work of God's own hand.

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Across the water, miles away,

My journey's quest is on display.

It's brilliant cap can only be

A pure white crown of deity.

The mount, so distant, yet so near,

Is master of this mortal sphere.

Emblazoned by the setting sun,

Our finest hour has begun.

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The tabernacle of my soul

Is wearing out and growing old.

Before I bridge that great divide

My temple must be laid aside.

This woodland shroud of gold and red

Will, rightfully, reclaim its dead,

But, God shall grant eternal breath

Beyond the reservoir of death.

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We made a covenant, you see,

The mountain, forest, lake and me.

They vowed to touch the hearts of men,

And, I agreed to let them in.

They sculpted majesty and grace,

That I do honor and embrace.

As autumn fades, the lake is lost.

When winter comes, I'll walk across.

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Copyright-Gordon Hand-2007