ODE TO BETHEL FIELD, TINTERN ABBEY OF MY SOUL Forty five years have past, forty five summers and forty five long winters, and yet once again I behold this hallowed ground. Whose clouds roll over he hilltop like soft billowy puffs on a deep blue sea. Once again I behold this green landscape which upon whose canvas inspires pleasant thoughts, deep emotion, connecting this sky meadow in a solemn, quiet prayer. I stand once again at the foot of the risiing hill my pregnant thoughts rolling upward from the stage quite unlike the first time ten years after when I did not recognise the place of my dreams and aspirations, and blew right by on my metal steed. Turning back to only shed profuse tears, grieved by the symbolism lost, obscured by a callous disinterested culture, caught up in material acquistion and consumptiviness. A place where so many shared a vision of peace and were galvinized together in the deep mud, forged into a nation now asleep. Later a fence to be erected that screamed stay out, You no longer belong, your connection no longer valid, denying anything took place here. A place where the battle would be waged once more and handful would stand up to the establishment once again. Pied Piper and company shouting in defiance, quelling the vain attempt to enclose the human spirit. The creator and a handfull of dream believers who would not back down. Now a lush green carpet to the very edges of strange buildings erected which hug the periphery, sending up smoke and electronic signals in an attempt to linger like elephants in the hallway of our dreams. Elephants perhaps which might be trained to remember and impart knowledge to generations yet to come. Though distant for some time these wonderful scenes of beauty have not escaped us as not to a blind eye, but often amid the chaos and din of city life I have recalled them. In times of weakness and weariness sweet memory of these woodlands and the miracles that took place therein comfort me. In my mind and in my imagination they stir, alive in my higher consciouness with holy and tranquil restoration they live on. - emotions, also in that best part of a persons makeup, his dearly, small manifest actions of kindness and love. Nor lest I trust to him I may have owed another gift, an agent more sublime, that blessed emotion. While calm and quiet, centered in harmony, we see into the very nature of things. If this in heart a vain construct, how often in the still of night devoid of light and the chorus of a feverish world, have I felt my heart ache. How often in my soul have I turned to Thee oh White Lake! And now with glimmers of aging thoughts, with many images dim and faint and somewhat perplexing, the pictures in my mind are suddenly revived with crystal clarity guaranteeing nourishment in my waning years reviving hope for the generations that follow. I came to these fields may years ago bounding over the roadway carrying hopes and fears upon a metal horse as battered and bruised as my own mind and psyche. Fleeing from angst and dread, seeking answers in nature and the beauty of young bodies, colors and forms shapes and sounds, blending in cacaphony of love and light, impressing my soul with joy. The sad soft mosaic of humanity bouyed by hope struggling to overcome with music and new mind set. I touched the dark void within and exposed it to the light, looking toward heaven my prayers rose like smoke into the air and the soft reassurance of the deep blue sky. Though my body will succumb to the ravages of time my spirit will never die as long as this field remains a part of my innermost self, as a symbol of love and hope for all. And you are with me my dear dear friend, upon the hallowed field,we walk in the same light and breathe the same sweet fragrance which lingers here. Let all know you never betrayed that what you gave birth to and fought to keep secure for the rest of us, never compromising ideals and through a lifetime giving, sacrificed yourself for our benefit. Know I love you and that your friendship wraps me with the warm glow as we walk through this field together forevermore.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 13:07:54 +0000
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