What others have set down

And there it was…a new thought, a sudden inspiration,

free nourishment for my continuing education,

a visitor to my inquiring mind!

*

And from whence it came, and how or why,

choosing this essential unseen part of me

from others that surround?

*

And as it rested there,

a quiet firm conviction followed the first uplifting thrill.

Take pen now and capture its deepest intent.

*

Continuing urge transferred those fleeting thoughts to words,

visible now for those who care to read

the message there.

*

And thus it did remind me, I am more than flesh and bone;

that I may leave behind some insight that was mine

for others’ eyes.

*

For I have known inspiring moments through my days and nights

reading when alone what others have set down in their time,

and with wonderful smiles, uplifting me.

*

Dennis Crompton © 1996

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)

What then?

Tired…I cannot sleep…but think…

mind-centred on the stretch of time measuring that which is my life,

or will be soon.

*

My body tells my mind that this is so

and Nature also sings the self-same tune, one every hand,

I see the rising of the new amidst the stately-aged, inevitably decaying too.

*

Inside this house that I have known so long,

feeling at times trapped or hindered in some way;

this form even so gifted to me, many facets of our humanity to see.

*

The bitter and the sweet have passed this way

which I with all my faculties have keenly felt,

those things which made me human,

passed on at birth by mother and the Great Design,

make me think were all the steps I’ve trod part of some plan?

For if they were then I am rich indeed …

*

I’ve seen the depth of colours range in Nature’s glorious hues;

heard, felt the rapturous thrill of music’s harmonies fill my heart,

lifting me to heights of ecstasy or helping me to weep with therapeutic tears,

refreshing and uplifting me.

*

I’ve felt that inner joy and tenderness

of comradeship in humanities’ warm embrace,

walked, talked and shared with others

like myself who’ve felt the wonder of our

mysterious birth, and thought…

*

If then this probationary walk of mine,

short-spanned on planet earth’s terrain encased in time

has yielded so much wealth to my earth’s dust, life-given by the Spark Divine…

what then of that which is to come, which calls me as each day’s setting sun?

*

Dennis Crompton © 1994

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)