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In honor of John Muir
(1838-1914)
By
Lisa A.Williams


Taste the wild
where even the hand
of God
does not desire subjection
only honor;
to find my voice
in the echoes
of ancient stone,
carved by time,
embrace the soul
I have lost in this
“money making machine”
slayer of truth and beauty
whose gluttonous desire
leaves the spirit starving.
To rest, cradled
 in earthly splendor,
shaded beneath
monuments whose roots
hold ages.
                                                                  I need to go home

13 comments:

  1. I do think John Muir would be greatly honored by your poem! Beautifully expressed.

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  2. "echoes of ancient stone carved by time"--- that was the best bit for me. As an ex-California girl I know who John Muir was.

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  3. to find my voice
    in the echoes
    of ancient stone,

    This is lovely, Lisa.

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  4. 'in the echoes of ancient stone,' and 'monuments whose roots hold ages' love your word choices here and how they summon respect. Very cool piece.

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  5. A lovely message ~ Thanks for sharing ~

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  6. So lovely - "to taste the wild.....to find my voice in the echo of ancient stones". So very beautiful and a wonderful homage to John Muir.

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  7. You offer your reader the opportunity to reconsider priorities and realign choices. Nicely done, Lisa!

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  8. I would like to thank everyone for their lovely comments on this post.

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