Glass I am
Robyn Kellner 2010 ©
At last, a place to rest. My journey has seen many lifetimes pass, it has been long and arduous. The years have taken their toll, but oh what wonders I have seen. The hidden treasurers of nature. The song of the whales. The acrobatics of the dolphins, the colours of the sea as it changes with the blue of the sky and the black thunderous clouds that role across the heavens and deliver the wind and rain. The sea, as it churns and throws sprays of white topped swells in response. Hidden below are the scars and terrors of man’s toys and tools.
My broken and ill shaped remains shimmer and glisten in the shallow crystal water. Alas, in my tattered and shattered condition my days dwindle, only chance and the elements can enable me to cling a little longer.
How fortunate I am to having been able to listen to the ancients with their stories of their witness to history.
The great pyramids of the Egyptians and the dainty glass beads to adorn their costumes.
Romans citizens watch through cast glass windows, Christians singing praise to their God as the soldiers march them to their martyrdom.
Venetians who developed the clear colourless Cristallo glass, the lead crystal from England
Then there are atrocities, when during the second word war in Nazi controlled areas, Jewish shops and department stores had their windows smashed and contents destroyed, this is recalled as ‘The Night of Broken Glass’, let us hope that such memories remain as a reminder and warning of potential evil deeds.
When I was made, I was without name. Used for such a short time and then discarded. I can remember the young man dressed is his battle fatigues grabbing me and swilling my contents so fast that some of the brown sweet liquid spilled across his tanned face. I can remember him saying how good it was. Then my contribution to the battle was over and just like thousands of bottles with no brand was left on the shores of the South Pacific island when the soldiers returned home and the war ended.
How far I have come to rest on this gentle shore with its silky white sand. I am sure I will come to life again one day, I can only imagine.
Cleansing the Soul
Robyn Kellner 2005 ©
Below the clouds of times life tree
We subsist in landscapes barely seen
Deep gorges steeped with hidden caves
Majestic mountains so whitely paved
Aghast he stands on the brink
A mind so turbulent, lacks time to think
Of all the wonders life invokes
There is no boundary range or scope
So much pain and hidden tears
Buried deep within the untold years
Release the shackles, raise the curtain
Time has come to acquit the burden
Look far beyond the rising sun
For a new day has begun
Light for life from night time terrors
To cleanse the soul of manly errors
Hallowed faith that never fades
The innocent love of a new born babe
A land in which to grow and prosper
An everlasting love to cherish and foster
Remember the Spirit within our being
Strength and fortitude bring forth meaning
Wisdom that comes with the age of reason
As love endures for all seasons
Shades of White
Robyn Kellner 2010 ©
White a reflection of visible light
Feng Shui of purity and innocence
Spectrum to the eyes
Snow against sky of blue
Clouds that hang like powder puffs
Robe of bride immaculate hue
Christened Child
Innocent of world unspoiled
Rose of white
Glorifies the Love
Without the flesh
Yet a simple daisy
Shows a wealth of loyalty
Pure in Death
Oh Lilies white
Release the soul
In feathered flight
The Symbol pure
Alas in days long gone
Feathers white a shame for some
Conflict with the shed of blood
A flag of surrender
Is the colour white.
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