The Moment

Often at sunset

when the sky is a series of colors indescribable 

But every one of them a hue of violet and rose

It is at that moment I realize

There is a greater world

There is a reality more real than the one I know

It’s not that I don’t like the skies of blue

But it’s that these colors, these phases, these hues

Are stepping stones to a more lovely place

I can almost feel the air

it is alive

These moments are the moments living is all about

These moments are the moments my heart lets out a shout

Because it sees the things that I don’t see

It feels the things that I have never felt

Nor could ever feel

And survive to relive the experience

I simply wish sometimes these moments were eternal

Because I always realize that they are

K, Duane Carter 4/21/12

Sunset Morning

Sunset Morning

I step into another sunset morning

Where my eyes are closed

And I see the dreams

The place where I don’t know what anything means

Yet I know that it means everything

I hear the rhythms of distant stars

They awake the heavens and 

Dance does meet

With the sounds of the baby’s kicking feet

Even as she is hidden in womb

The wonder calls us all from the tomb

To taste, to smell, to dance, to live

To wonder, to know, to love, to give

Then I awake to amber skies and

The sounds of sunrise

I cry out to the top of my lungs

From the very depths

Life bursts from me, and it continues on

It’s time to rise

Time to shine

The light is on my face

And it comes from His

I awake to the amber skies

The sounds of sunrise

I am truly alive

K, Duane Carter 4/8/12  Happy Easter!

Mountain of Smoke

Mountain of Smoke

I stand at the base of the mountain of smoke

No thunder, no fire, no trumpets

Just stillness, quiet, wind

In the distance soft

An ancient flute begins to sing

Just stillness, quiet, and wind

And the sound of God walking in His garden

The opportunity rises again

Once again I am given a choice

Walk in the mists

Or not

I step upward

Gasping for air

But I won’t turn around

For I want the cloud to consume me

Yet it already has

I step onward

Gasping for air

I cannot turn around

I want the cloud to consume me

For it already has

K, Duane Carter 4-7-12