III : TMC : Peter

by Dayran

 

 

 

The sunbeams brought her further south,

To the sea of Galilee, resting between the hills.

There she was drawn to a tall young man, handsome

In the face, with craggy good looks, like Indran,

She caused him to halt and ponder, in fact insisted

And pestered the man into a reverie about her.

Peter, as the man pestered, found himself in epiphany,

About the possibilities of the life glorious, wonderful

To behold. He lived a vocation as a fisherman,

To calm the seas daily and to sail on them in a boat.

To pause and cast his nets into their mists and draw

To himself, the suggestions of life in the forms,

That the Queen's mother would rejoice, the way

They suggested to her, who she is, in the creation.

Peter was the rock on which grew the world,

Its many forms multiplying to reveal themselves,

To the Queen and the King, the forms of joy delight,

That took to their activities of life in the world,

To manifest as the air, water, fire and earth; the ether

As the molding compound of trees, flowers, fruits,

Then of the fish, birds, insects, animals and then man.

The day was dawning. For life it was the beginning.

Reviews

[patricia]

I like the approach you took to this. Giving off an accepting observation of an individual pursuing her own choice of spirituality. It suggests that though the writer is not part of that world he can still live and let live. It then airs ideas of other ways and world outlooks without being aggressive.
I loved the line...Peter, as the man pestered, found himself in epiphany, and what seemed to me an observation of the age old and deluded ego gratification. Like when a man scores a goal and has his moment of glory.
I also enjoyed the way you drew in the elements and earth's fruits and the hand and eye creator behind it all. Nice poem. Enjoyed.