Up in the High Places, The Spring of Humanity is Born (new poem)
by Tim Kavi
up across your high places
are many footprints
and scents across the rocks
mystics new and old
we traverse the caverns
where your stories are told.
I sought your many faces
walking with them
to behold your doting graces
there is only the fainting winds
where the fire had moved quickly
humanity's warlike disgraces.
Had dotted the landscapes
tainted the visions
hid the messages of your word
where the eclipse of war
blinded the already deaf
and hindered our steps toward.
we the seekers in peace
and truth, dally not
but hasten our climbs in hope
held on your wings of love
they are our constant rope
as we incite your Spring arrival.
