Soundsmith - Thank you to everyone.



Beautiful

 

Too beautiful to go back to sleep

The morning sprite before the sun

black silhouetted trees that edge the world

respeak stillness as night’s undone

 

in quiescent twilight day is birthed

So perfect in its offering

infinite outcomes by love conceived

Immaculately separate from our suffering

 

To taste the dew that’s offered up

One would have to sacrifice

The comfort of one’s darkened view

The tradeoff believed that will suffice

 

So it’s a crow that breaks the dawn

Unravels peace that must unwind

And signals end to mornings birth

To usher deeds of manunkind

 

Too beautiful to be believed

timeless in its continuing

Miraculous to be conceived

So fragile in its offering

 

 

Peter Ledermann


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as things go...I picked up an immaculate TX today, it has a serviceable MMC4 but......so Peter I shall be in touch...
I wrote this for Rose and Heather

The river

Isar

Polluted for all time

By Nazi ash

Can it ever be

Cleansed ?


Just go ask Heather

She can look directly upon the face of Jesus

For advice

Now


He said

Next time

Don’t play

In the street


Yet you must

Love 

those

Who killed you

For an evil idea


Killed you

Like a dog in the street

Yet you must Love them

As you love

Yourself


Leave cleansing of the river

To me




Peter - Sprout is lovely :-) Thank you for the family history. Rose Zimmerman is in my tree

Peace
Peter - yes my own and thank you. The muse is an ancient Labrador we have had since she was a pup - next month she will be 17.5... blessed with a heart that has saved many a child - kids read to her as part of school literacy programs...her name is Esperanza- Hope

so lovely how your rescue came and became the rescuer....

I will give you the Kona but insist that beyond Dogs we include in the trinity a decent Rye.

blessings good man, you made me smile


My sweet old girl

Is lost to me again

In a world

Of her mind

Chasing

Smells

Butterflies

Other beach puppies

A ragged stick

Torn from a rootball

By the tide

Chasing the rainbow 

But not the bridge

Tide rips move

Tennis balls in the Sound

She flips her tail

At the triumphant turn

The salt in her coat

Sparkles like diamonds

In the setting

Summer solstice

Sun





Wishing you and yours all the best Peter !!!

love the poetry and the family tree history - a line of ours similar in having been driven out of Baden Baden.