From Age to Age

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The warrior sees the beetle turned up wrong

And struggling.  Spit-shine boot is used to turn

The six legs right; though not exactly song

Of Gabriel, this shows a will to yearn

Towards sympathy.  The tea room waits at dawn.

A faintness of the light through chintz implies

The warmth to come when curtain folds are drawn

Back.  Beauty waits in blue inside the eyes

With lids unopened in a bridegroom’s bed

And later as the moon comes over pines

The woodland learns its truth.  A hermit’s shed

  Bing image

Glows inwardly while breathed satori shines.

  The coming always coming, what in ways

    Is always coming holds a promised blaze.

~ Phillip Whidden