Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Awaken by Chris Migliore

As if a crudeness awoke-
Suddenly…
Out of a dark, crusty dawn.

It summons the new unforeseen wave
Of reality, out of an unpalatable fate.

Like Ausable…
Our fate--
Stuffed constantly
Into a purgatory of a decaying river’s beauty.

It now growing like a moss into the stillness,
Of its unforgettable innocence.

Now, at a time-
Of its bottomless peace…
It’s disturbed by death,
A world of changelings within
And,
Its encroaching past and thriving future.
A vigil of hopeful futurism,
It seems to emanate
Over fate and hope.

Reality says-
 It only takes a moment
For the destruction of a life,
The breath of life
Once, twice, thrice… in a lifetime?

Fate needs to be nurtured, not broken
To be firm, not uprooted.
To be settled, not dredged up.

One’s caring attitude must come alive
So depressed thoughts disappear-

Our Eminence watches over all,
With faith. love and hope.

Comparing lives in dismal futures to a dying river called the “Ausable” in Pinery Provincial Park, Canada in July, 1989.
Copyright 2010 @ Chris J.P. Migliore

1 comment:

  1. I like the hopeful note you end this on, Chris. It can be a challenge to keep that hope alive; it takes a special kind of courage.

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