“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
– William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Legend comes after the fall
Rocketing on wings sooted with truth
Imagining bravely a new world
Jettisoned stocks of mislaid deeds
Lie crumpled in the garden
A masterful affair torn to wilds
And reclaimed by its own natural temperament
Bastions slated for oblivion
Rise to a new mantle
Humility spilling itself from rivers of love
Whose currents authored our passage
In this our new genesis
We blanket the sky
Freed from our stories
Alive with presence
Soul sounding endless reverberations
Of light made song
A resonant throng after the fall
© H. Hennenburg, 28 November 2019
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14 thoughts on “Legend”
I like the hopefulness of this poem. After the cleansing forces of destruction have their way, things will come alive in a new way. Yes!
Yay! Thank you for coming alive with me! 🙂
This is a poem for a bard to recite, maybe with a drum!
Ooh, a drum! I think I have one hanging around here somewhere…
A fine tribute to the winds of change – or the sooty wings of change and illumination? – may they blow through human hearts and Wake. Us. Up. Smiles.
Thank you, Sherry!
Few magics are as powerful as the force that feeds a spirit reborn. I think that’s my favorite part of change and endings. Even though we are hurting for what is no more, there is joy in the opportunities to come.
Well said, Magaly. And that we must celebrate!
This bears rereading and time; I feel as if I could wonder through it.
How beautiful that final verse. May it indeed be so!
Love the wonder of what we would be, freed from our stories – beautiful and deep.
The best stories come from struggles. And there’s nothing like that feeling of joy in being fully unencumbered from a hurtful past, so we can see how far we can really fly. Thank you for this dose of hope.
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