THE HOMEWARD WAY

It is the world that is fallacious,
fabricated by humans
that have not listened to the trees
to hear their psalms;
that have not unclasped
the book of the wind
nor observed the liturgy of water.
Someone has failed to open
the homeward way
and children are crying.

GOD IS WAITING FOR US

God is waiting for us,
ringing His silver chancel bells of silence,
flashing out His light for us to see:
but we don’t see, for to see is to wonder
and we have tragically lost our sense of wonder.
Where is our awe and wonder?
We seek advantage!
What of the unspeakable gift of one word;
the ineffability of song?
Where is the adventure
of every little common deed?

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About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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