As if Easter morning weren't enough, here's this gift! I'm stunned by the language in this piece, find it simply breathtaking (and happy-making).
Why am I not able to find any of your poetry in print? Really, if you haven't, you must publish a volume of your poems, soon!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, for writing this one.
A good and fine Easter to you Gerard. You've made
mine better. Do you mind if I grab a bit of this
to post? It's really quite stunning and joyous,
God knows we can all use as much of that today
as can be found. And if you aren't going to see
your Mom today, say 'hi' to her for me.
Thank you for the kind remarks. With this as will anything else I post you are free to do with it what you will
'at the edge of imagine..'
Gerard, You have a profound gift for putting words together so that they move the soul. But better than that, you use words to take us places we might never go on our own.
Thank you for this.
Thank you, Gerard. It is wonderful that you still have the passion to be able to write poetry. This one is one to copy, save, and reread, again and again. As a frequent flyer, you capture all the romance of every flight I take.
It's especially rare in this day and age
to expect such vaunted rhyme, so sage.
That much beauty can evoke a tear,
as threats to hope, always seem near.
But on this day of solemn delight
my choice moves now to clear the night.
I'm coming back. I can't chance missing your next. Incredible!
Thank you for both the beautiful words and the beautiful imagery. I grew up near the Seattle area, and whenever you write of it I feel, for the briefest of moments, that I've returned home.
Posted this comment in an earlier section by mistake, but here it is:
Just wanted to tell you that though I don't get to your website often, I find when I do that your writing is ineffably illuminating: the poetry graceful, and the postings piercing.
As a retired airline pilot who spent so many hours blasting through the icy, oxygen-starved firmament in a cigar-shaped aluminum tube, this gives voice to the deeply spiritual feeling that I experienced on each and every flight.
Thank you for that.
Maybe one day one of my sister's grandchildren will see Earth as a marble, or a pale blue dot in the sky of Saturn's moons. Maybe. Some of us still have the Dream.
It's not too late to get started. Not quite yet.
This would go well with Vangelis' "Conquest of Paradise".
A perfect Grace for today. Thank you.
Well done and may Peace be with you.
Thank you, from the depths of my heart and soul.
I have long contemplated the difficulties of producing beautiful poetry that is also reflective of our world, which is so full of man-made things many of which are ugly compared to the natural beauty that so surrounded earlier generations of poets. My typical day sees cell phones, televisions and computer screens far more often than it see the beauty of creation and the natural world.
In this poem, with its stunning visuals, you have incorporated the man-made ugliness that surrounds us and, without condemning it, you put it in its place.
Thank you, from the depths of my heart and soul.
That's better than Sully landing it on the Hudson -- a blessed off from the errport in the higher planes to a promised landing in the upper waters.
This is amazing! Thanks! Happy Easter, Gerard!
" . . . our passing but a whisper that shivers
the dream of a drowsing owl, a silver splinter
caught in a facet of the eye of winter . . "
Goose bump gorgeous.
You never cease to amaze and uplift, Gerard, and today's is beyond words. A most Happy Easter!
Great and inspirational,I will always remember Psalm139:9 with these images!
As always with this location - a cornucopia of wisdom and wit: sharp and unforgettable images expressed in beautiful poetry and illustrated with breathtaking photography. Easter indeed! Thank you kind Sir.
Thank you for bringing this one back. It gave me shivers a year ago, and it is just as fresh and wonderful today.
Have a joyous Easter, Gerard.
Gerard: Happy Easter, Pesach sameach and thank you for reminding us that we can rise above.
OK, this is amazing... Absolutely amazing!
There's no recycling, no repetition, no rehashes with you, Brer Gerard. It's beautiful language at play and rest.
Mr. Van Der Leun, Once again I would like to commend you on your excellent work. As I came to the picture of the hand of God, it occured to me that the picture looks like the spark of inspiration for this piece as God released it into your mind. Then a further thought came to mind, that perhaps included in that spark was the motivation to select that very picture, so that some less enlightened soul (such as myself) could visualize His guidance, by just that combination of words and picture. Thank you for being the vessel that carries such profound thoughts to my mind.
Happy, Joyous Easter, Mr. Van Der Leun.
Thank you for spinning these thoughts and weaving this poem ... I wrap it around myself and sigh ... just right.
Happy Easter. ~DeAnn
A favorite Easter tradition at this point. Thanks for re-posting it!
Yes, it's a fine Easter tradition. Thanks, Gerard.
... and from all the worlds
whirled beyond saying,
the only baggage worth saving,
are hopes and dreams and certainties,
in hearts and minds still praying.
Saluting you, Gerard, is simply gratitude for your loyalty to integrity, where always archer, arrow, and target are One.
Gerard, Thank you for posting this beautiful work again. It really hit me today.
Still amazing, after all these years.
Thank you, Gerard. I am moved every time I read that.
A very hardy perennial and a wonderful herald of Spring. May it grace every Easter somewhere for as long as our benighted species survives. A masterpiece - a melee of memorable magical moments.
I am moved every time I read that portion of the Psalm....at least once a week.......but in my NKJV Bible and in the Psalter in my 1928 Book of Common Prayer, that is from Psalm 139 NOT 138
Thank you, Gerard. One of my favorite pieces. I am deeply, deeply moved each time I read it.
Pass the kleenex, would you? I seem to have some dust in my eyes or something.