The Alchemist

The Alchemist

A Poem by jeRRy.whaLLey
"

she is a force of Nature: elemental

"

As a child She watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
            She listens now to the trees.

While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
                   waves gathering there.

She is enamoured of
the dance that fire makes
                 returning light from ash.

She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
                 longing ache to become.

She is imminence, She
made this place under
                     Moon and under Sun.

Bracing, She is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!

© 2008 jeRRy.whaLLey


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hmmm. I like it... But is it supossed to be religous in a sense? I get the feeling it is. not sure what religoin it could be... but it seems to express some religous experience trangressing from one stage in life to the next. I think this poem really is chalked full of meaning, and short at that! all I have to say is wow. No preaching, but still religous. I find that a rarity. I've only met two writers on here who have written pieces like that. You and a very lovely muslim woman. Peace be with you. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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