The Fallen Ax

An abandoned man

With a hungering soul seeks

A resting place

At the edge of looming frontiers

Where gray skies and fall leaves

Comfort loneliness in disguise,

Denying wisdom's wall a delirium assails

A violence within rebelling against

Ignorance and grace.

In the valley, an ax shrieks and falls.

A splitting of wood cracks

The protesting air

Isolation turns to solitude.

A sacred calling echoes in snow covered Mountain landscapes

Of a soul.

A jubilant boy returns

In borrowed snows laughing and

Playing with sled dogs barking.

In trickling waters taut

And riveted

Coming winter shadows matter,

Where love suffers all In deep forests

No longer gripped by the lie

The emptiness shatters.