Last Entry - Storm Nigh Upon Me

Last Entry - Storm Nigh Upon Me

30 july 2016

jp melville

It is end of day, darkness settled around me.
I see nothing forthcoming, blinded by hope.

The storm nigh upon me

I sense nothing, blinded by hope.

Looking back just eight days

From my words written down

I see where abandonment came from

Nothing at all about you

Me blind to the storm about to rise.

Because in those last waning days, I asked…

How sultry can we be

With tufts of white cloud

Riding on a backwash of azure blue

High above all the world’s heads?

I saw…

Gentle, warm, sometimes cool, soft caressing breeze over skin

In the trees shushshushpering through the leaves

To my right, off the porch

Facing south bluegrass stands chest height, stiff, tall, slender

Against the sun dappled background of gentle pine and stately oak.

I heard…

With time near evening, slightly past the beginning of sun’s descent

Up comes the wind from the now cooling day

The leaves across the horizon dance, stop still

Wave their million hands in unison to left to right to centre

Breath a moment… ahhh…

From leopard frog green to yellow paten

To stillness

To voice

When I listen in the trees shushshushpering and hear what touches us all the grace of God.

I wondered…

In ecstacy

How many shades of green can be?

How many whispers can be scored?

How many dances of leaves choreographed?

A blessing that I am here

That I am awash in love

My eyes, my skin, my soul

Caressed by ineffable splendour.

So I am sorry that I did not see

Selfishly

The storm nigh upon me

Your loneliness inevitably lashing lost in the storm of your temporal sea.