Saturday, October 11, 2014
(Incomplete from Niagra)
Roar on, roar on at my back, Niagara, for prophets follow me wherever I go as does your roll and and your roar.
Love and poetry and prophets follow me wherever I go and where I leave my footprints , God comes and rubs his forehead on the on your bed .where where my feet leave prints. God follows me, kissing the foot prints I leave for prophets to pick and make their path....Follow me, for I must take you to prophets. They will be blessed as your kisses wash their feet
The mighty circles, whirl pool and the ripple of waters at the rims ..these ripples and their murmur at the outskirts echo footfalls of an approaching God who lives in the memory of my first love...They silently sing , my memories, the same melody that your ripples do....As do the mighty falls in a roar. And the universe in a deep silence hearkens the gentle, inaudible melody of love which smiles at you all the time. Forgive me, Niagra, for fools such as I need your benign smiles as we challenge you in our vanity. Only the strong can brook fools." (Incomplete)
