To walk in moonlight,
under benevolent trees
over-covering light shadows
calls to mind
hours spent
around wood-fires
where
maidens
dance
conjuring truths
unheard
since the Alpha of time;
though by forethought
known to me
recalling
the smell of ancient wisdom books,
memories made sweet
merely
with stories retold
pungent soils of earth
I draw a circle
on sandy beaches
each particle a star
from the Creator Spirit’s
shepherding hands,
one with divine existence
justifying faith
persevering in light.
Copyright 2016 by Thomas Martin Sobottke