A Call from the Ancients

A Call from the Ancients

I sense Your presence

Like waves of wind

Passions of fragrance

All amongst the generations

The nations, the genders

My father, long passed on

Still looks at me and calls me on

Time to bring the heart to life

Time to bring the heart to life

The drum begins to beat, growing stronger still

The sound of rushing waters, the blood is flowing

A cry rises up in the Spirit

A cry for overcoming on earth

Where the arrows in our quiver are fiery love

The casualties bring on new birth

The horses release a mighty thunder

Lightning guides the way

We bolt and thunder behind the pillar of cloud

We swarm behind the Fire of Day

Never taking our eyes off the Prize

Never, ever taking our eyes off the Prize

For victory is not my yearning hearts goal

It is the Victor Who I want to see

K, Duane Carter 8-26-11

Birth

Birth

The droplets are forming

Condensation from the heavens

Right at the point of final release

That finally brings on the beginning

All things new

Many things few

Until they are one

Just like the molecules

Forming the droplets

There is power in the union

There is momentum in the making

There is movement in the stillness

There is moisture in the dry

There is an answer in the why

There is formation in the sky

I feel it beneath my feet

It’s about to consume the street

Of every tongue and every nation

Of every curve and fenestration

There is a condensation forming

Where no one will be afraid

We will all be covered in love

Look, it’s forming clouds above

No death, no darkness, no childish fray

Will stop, delay, or mar this day

For nothing stops the gravity

Nothing stops the majesty

When the sound, the roar falls to the earth

The drops are forming, a windswept birth

I saw a droplet on the sidewalk…

Now I feel one on my face…

Feels like grace…

K, Duane Carter 8-24-11 

Through the Glass

Through the Glass

I see the jay prancing on the porch

He’s eyeing the suet at the corner

But then

He sees a shadow that is I

Beyond the other side

He waits, fearful, unsure

Pecking with short grasps

One eye on me, one on the prize

Not knowing it was I who put the prize there in the first place

I move

He flitters off

I sit back down

He returns, wary

Suspicious but needy

Wondering if the risk is worth it all

But then

Suddenly I see myself

K, Duane Carter 8-17-11

Surrounded

I walk along a path of stone

Ground by years of wear

I suddenly sense a Greatness near

Yet I know not why or where

I lift my head and see the vastness

The granite, the stones, the trees

I suddenly sense I am surrounded by Love

I stop and I go to my knees

I am completely encircled by Someone beyond

I am completely enamored and awed

I am so mesmerized that I barely can breathe

I just know I must give Him my all

The mountains cry out and speak His name

The trees list silent in the winds

I shrink to the size of a quark of a seed

I hear His voice call me “friend”

I am surrounded

K, Duane Carter 8-15-11

Iconoclast

Iconoclast

I look out the morning window

The sun taking its time to rise

Orange and amber everywhere

Stillness in the skies

And yet

I see the wind chimes moving, drifting

A pendulum of dancing glass and light

They show a stirring of the wind

They show an ending of the night

And yet

In this box of paint and glass

I feel not a thing, sense only sight

Yet no experience, no heart felt stirring

Only a hunger to know the more, no more night

So I step outside

Wind touches every facet of my skin

My life, my love they begin again

Inside the shadow of the hummingbird does fall

But outside I hear his wings, his call

I breathe in the air

I feel the stirring

I know the sunlight

I hear the whirring

I am truly alive

K, Duane Carter 8-8-11