Green are the valleys
That spread out before me
Filling my eyes with the glory
From above
They speak the truth
Of the peace and anguish
That have comingled there
Since the beginning of time
Their verdant sides
And fruitful floors
Fill my eyes
With wonder
And cause me to pause in thought
Wondering why is there such a mixture
Of the good and the bad,
And why doesn’t one just crush the other?
But they don’t.
They co-exist as if in some diabolical mixture from hell
That caresses the beautiful locks of heaven
And gives wait ’til it lays its head down for sleep.
And…the side from heaven that shows itself in the valleys
Likewise wait for hell’s caresses to end
So it can cut off the fingers
And end their meddling.
All that – I see
When I look upon the beauty
Of the valleys
Below.
All that –
Waits to be recognized in the eyes
And catapulted into the minds
Of the viewers and occupants there below.
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Excerpted from one of Reep’s upcoming books.
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Marty Reep 