Could You Perhaps Believe Me?
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with your own finger
in the air at night
above your dream-soaked bed
were more valuable to you
than all other things
you can touch?
What if such songs
sang you awake
into the imaginative world
of ancient holy peoples?
Perhaps then you would believe me
if I should tell you
that the great blue whale
leaps up from the sea
to touch an angel's outstretched hand,
or that an attentive deer,
gazing inside of trees,
sees old tree souls
whistling silence
like a divine word.
Perhaps then you would know
that the tall gray heron
standing alone
upon a moon-lit log, afloat
upon a glassy lake of the stars,
stands there praying to the heavens
and watching
for those flying, light-born beings
who seek you with their songs.
Poem © Blake Steele 1991
Image © Blake Steele 2010
Image © Blake Steele 2010