A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,A Daughter Now Begotten by NathanielFlyingOwl
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
Ode To A Moonlit ZephyrLight of a waning moon, a silent melodyOde To A Moonlit Zephyr by NathanielFlyingOwl
A moon more lustrous tonight than I remember
Reaching through the midnight black to captivate me
Gentle motions of a zephyr always dancing
In charming whispers intertwining with my hair
Serenades the dark as it is bathed in moonlight
Darkened heavens holding fast to my attention
Zephyr's melody is the only sound I hear
Articulating a peace not found among men
For a single moment all pain is forgotten
This zephyr embracing my body, mind and soul
Speaking of things I am too cautious to explore
Moonlight and whispering wind weaving around me
My eyes slowly shift among the faint distant stars
Observing them through the branches of conifers
Listening to this zephyr, a breath of mountains
A breath that gives life to each verse I choose to write
A soul-searching breath I am still learning to share
Are anointed revelations being whispered
On each dancing movements of the moonlight zephyr
A prolonged and sacred poetry recited
With a natural, eloquent ease
Ode To A FalconHave you seen the falcon in the heavensOde To A Falcon by NathanielFlyingOwl
Wings slicing through the zephyrs at such speeds
As no other creature has yet achieved,
Barreling through the air like a bullet
As his feathers combine to make him sleek?
Have you watched him in the midst of a hunt,
Flying as fast as his form will let him
Rushing towards his airborne, avian prey,
Assaulting it with his feet and catching-
Its unconscious body out of the air?
Have you observed his movements as to feel
At once delighted and jealous of him
Overjoyed that he maintains the freedom
To meet the sky upon his own accord,
Envious that you cannot do the same?
Ode To A Pair Of Hiking ShoesA pair of well used hiking bootsOde To A Pair Of Hiking Shoes by NathanielFlyingOwl
Rest beside an open doorway
Their leather no longer stiff
As the first day they were applied
A couple holes decorate one
Stains of white paint splatters on both
And a faint whiff of sweat lingers
From each hike, brisk walk, and paint job
That has provided them with use
After years of being beaten
By cement and the burdened feet
Of the morbidly obese man
Who chooses to utilize them
They have developed character
That not enough people strive for
And too many, through foolishness
And with fervor, claim to possess
What kind of a country is this?