yet to evolve!

my brother, older, and i
like the silent sea turtle
and that noisy prairie hen
act out our evolutions differently

his achievements in thousands
that no one knows
except in those thousands that return
to the sea to remain hidden

mine, emerging from ego
bloated to the capacity of bursting
is that one, the single egg
i announce close to thousand times

My Submission

You created us and it is you who sustain us
It is in you that I live, move and have my being
It is you who unfold my moments
And sculpt my age even as I carve my instants

So in the silence of my heart
I submit my will to yours
Waiting for your promptings
To shape my thought

The freedom you have bestowed
I struggle to channel for chiselling
That bloating ego blocking your grace
For my unfolding into that bloom you choose

Forgive my haste to select
Before my soul finds time to consult
Your invisible greater spirit
That hovers over my gut

Slow me down to enjoy your joy
That the chickadee brings
And the magpie drops
While the wind whispers into my ears

Henry Victor 09.03.2008