Perspective

By: Wor. Jason Eddy

Looking at the majestic, towering tree,
The countless summers I do not see,
Nor the frigid winters of the last century,
I see only its state in the present.

I gaze at the whimsical, winding blue stream,
But I see not the glacier nor condensing hot steam,
Or the millions of years where the soil reigned supreme.
I see only its state in the present.

The stars shine like beacons in the velvety sky,
But I can’t see the countless who’ve watched them drift by,
Nor the dreamers that chased them, attempting to fly.
I see only their state in the present.

I stare at the mirror, pondering me,
The decades of struggle, are all that I see,
Concerned with what's next and what I could be,
But no matter, I am only my state in the present.

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The Tune of the Antients

By: Wor. Jason Eddy

From deep within the misty night,
He wandered 'neath the twinkling light,
The Master's work within his sight,
As he then sang the Antient's tune.

"The Seekers pass from earthly plight,
When grip and word are given right,
Where Earth to Heaven is the height,
And from the darkness comes the moon.

Then shadows flee from newfound Light,
And intellects and hearts ignite,
As from the ashes it takes flight,
The Master's stone now fully hewn."

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Low Twelve

By: Wor. Jason Eddy

                                                                                           St. Andrews Cathedral - Scotland. (C) Hynek Moravec - 2005

I feel the dew and blades of grass,
Beneath bare feet, it's time at last,
A token's whispered "You may pass",
As a tower at low twelve tolls.

The moon sits high, a shadow's cast,
Beneath the Tree of Life has passed,
This Seeker whose found the Path at last,
That's been lost to so many souls.

Engulfed in Light of Seekers past,
No more are eerie shadows cast,
Enlightenment has come at last,
As a tower at low twelve tolls.

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