Immobilized in wonder
at the majestic grandeur
of the sublime, moving, breath of God;
then, enkindled by that innocent fire
to let go and flood out
His flaming river
until the old world burns down
with blameless love.

(From Pierre Reverdy)
To Listen to Audio Recording of this Poem

All life has ended.
The spinning earth
has no eyes to see it,
no mind to reflect its devoured beauty.
Only the wind utters a sound.
It seems to be a sigh.
The innocent animals are dead.
All the birds have fallen from the heavens.
The sun is black, the moon is blood.
As the prophets said
stars have fallen from the sky.
A face peers over the horizon of the world.
A hand stops the earth.
Golden hair sweeps away clouds.
Like seeds in the wind
luminous souls are scattered


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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