River of Life
Don Hynes
As the sacred seal opens
ancient power flows,
forms that emerge
thin outlines
of the rising force.
Long furrows of the dead
and yet to be born
wait patiently
for the quickened touch
of the here and now
to break the chains of time.
Vultures carve winged forms
in the clouded sky,
creatures pause within the sea
and below the earth
stone layers shift and move.
With silence to guide
the gate draws back,
the mortal frame trembles
and the river of life begins once more
to shape its way through Eden.
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Absorbed in Silence
Don Hynes
The door creaks, the window opens
to light and air and what waits.
Geese bark, otter slide into the sea
and I sit beside the water, aging like stone
into rough textured patience.
Quick as hummingbird,
bothersome as goose
I listen now and hear more deeply
the unsaid word, the long lost feeling,
the call of deep rooted trees
in sunlight and darkness.
I range like a swift, gather as a bee
tasting camas in its purple glow.
Absorbed in silence, I hook on
to the great chain of being
and quietly pass through the mystery
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Faith Sure
Don Hynes
Hoot owls in the dark wood,
back and forth in call and response
and a third slighter chucking sound.
Above a range of stars, Jupiter a beacon.
Why weigh the soul with what’s been lost?
Live these few remarkable years.
Add your voice to the night choir
with obeisance to the visible and invisible
on this journey through the end of time,
faith sure and full of hope
for the task that’s coming.
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