A poem by Rodney Richards
You wrote in Meditations
you are a human of substance
So am I Rene, and I am so
And I think, Rene,
and even if I didn’t
I may be human form also
containing more
than just a wandering thought
My components like
yours, body including all twelve systems
and Soul system as you pointed out
interwoven like Persian tapestry
yet unique
First the Rational Soul
or Mind and its powers:
Imagination
Thought
Comprehension
Memory and
Common Faculty
that unites and unties all our others
The five most cited or ten or twenty-one
senses of the body like
Sight, and Hearing and Touch and Smell
and the like
inseparably linked in living beings
Each intertwined with the Lodestones
of our Hearts,
the Seats of Power
and Energy unlimited
for the whole to partake
The Heart feeling,
touching,
thinking,
smelling
et al
The commonest faculty
of life itself
It’s motive power
But It is not a power
to be objectified
and sung about or sung to
or eulogized
No, No, much, much more
Its beat beats all the rest
A City of thrumming in and of Thyself
The god within
perhaps with capital G
Alive and thriving
inter-spliced
interwoven
intertwined
as streets and avenues
laid upon a barescape
And He has said
“I hath chosen from the whole world
the Cities of men’s hearts”
Rodney Richards lives with his wife in a rancher in the “very center of the Great State of New Jersey”.
He loves writing, and is the author of the memoir Episodes (ABLiA Media), available from Amazon.
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