The Poetry of World War IV - 13

The Poetry of World War IV - 13
Christopher Bogart

“The mirror of the sun.”

1.
As he stared up to the sun
He saw that he was one
With all on the earth.
He was one with the land,
The soil, the rocks and pebbles
As well as the mountains.

He was one with the tall grasses
That waved to the wind’s will
And with the wild winds as well.

He was one with the trees,
Whose leafy limbs stretch upwards
To touch the heavens.

He was one with the lakes,
The streams, the rivers, the oceans,
And all that inhabit them.

He was one with the fish in the sea
And the reptiles that guard the land.

He was one with the sparrows in the trees
And with the eagles that soar to the sky.

He was one with the two-legged
And the four-legged
Who roam the land.

He was one with the blue sky,
The white clouds,
The thunder and the lightning,
And with the rain.

He was one with the moon,
The nation of stars.

And he was one with the sun.

He stood in the center of the
Sacred Hoop of Life,
The circle of existence,
Reflected in the rising and
The setting of the sun.

He was the day and night,
The changing of the seasons,
Of birth and of death.


He was one with all eternity,
For at the rising of the sun
At each new day
Until it’s setting each night
For now and for all eternity,
He was one
With the
One.