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VxPoem ID: 34687
Category:
devotional
Posted: November 16th. 2008 3:18:18 PM
Views: 174 |
Immrama
by Fionn
Age Group: Adult
The darkened road beneath me wound
A spiral path that twisted 'round
The Moon the only light I found
Dead or lost I seemed
The trail meandered on and on
Amidst the forest, darkly drawn
A midnight journey without dawn
Seemingly I dreamed
The silence was complete, I heard
No sound of wind, nor beast, nor bird
No single, unremembered word
E'er to speak to me
I wandered on beneath the Moon
Which hung there like a silent tune
Like some eternal mystery rune -
Then I saw the Tree
It blocked my path, a sentinel
A guardian mute, who would not tell
Exhausted, at its feet I fell
Weary, cold and spent
Immense and dark, amazing high
Its trunk soared upward to the sky
Where tattered, Moonlit clouds flew by
On and up it went
Its far-off branches clutched the night
Caressed the stars and broke the light
Of She who gazed down, shining white
Whispers of my birth
My hand reached, trembling, touched its bark
The contact shocked me like a spark
Its massive roots spread wide and dark
Deep they drank the Earth
And as I gazed down, filled with awe
My eyes grew wide as there I saw
A black hole, like a gaping maw
There beneath the Tree
And then, most wondrous thing of all
From those blank depths I heard a call
A distant voice behind a wall
Beckoning to me
The voice filled all my soul with fear
Yet drew me, unresisting, near
And faint yet clearly I could hear
Someone call my name
Without will I began to crawl
Into that deep and shadowed hall
Like birth-pangs squeezed, the hole so small
Whisp'ring that I came
I could not see, but felt it well
The Tree's heart and each woody cell
Its blood-sap singing as I fell
Crying out to me
Amidst the tendril'd roots I crawled
So tightly held and pressed and walled
And downward, where the voice still called
Calling, soft, to me
And endless then it seemed to me
My journey in the dark to be
Would I descend eternally?
Still I had no choice
But then, at last, deep down below
I saw a light, a dim faint glow
Approaching closer, yet so slow -
Clearer came the voice
Then finally, when my strength was spent
I squeezed out through a ragged rent
The roots above me like a tent
There I fell, new-born
I slowly stood and gazed around
A cavern far beneath the ground
Its walls glowed dim - there was no sound
Far from Sun and morn
I stood there, shiv'ring in the glow
Of gem-lit walls, so far below
Who called me there I did not know
No one did I see
But then I saw off in the gloom
A shadowed figure in the room
As cold and silent as the tomb
Slowly move toward me
A hooded figure, grim and spare
A sight which caused my heart to tear
I stood transfixed, could only stare
Felt cold eyes on me
The hood fell back, my mind was seared
A white-cold woman's face appeared
Her dark eyes held what I most feared
Burning silently
My body, mind and soul held fast
"Who are you - who?" I gasped at last
Then smiling slow, she spoke at last
"Brother - I am thee"
She thrust her hands into my soul
I felt the heavens shake and roll
I shouted, screamed without control -
And woke beneath the Tree
Fionn oMurchu
11/20/04
Author's Location: North Logan, Utah
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