Patterns: A Sonnet Without Rhyme Poem by Daniel Brick
Patterns: A Sonnet Without Rhyme
How many dawns have failed
to become morning because they
fell back into a darkness
which consumed them?
How many tides have checked their
flow, their waves flowing elsewhere
with the beach in sight?
Such reversals in Nature never
concern us, because Time repeats
ad infinitum the patterns immemorial
of the Earth, and what we witness,
if we are alert and aware, is an order
of being that fills our minds
with necessity and beauty.
For the sensitive soul, the need for beauty is so great When fulfilled, it surrenders to a special spiritual state. 'An order of being' thru Nature, does guide our lives, so beautifully expressed in this exquisite poem.
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In such an order of being, conditions for life's flourishing are provided. Despite the fragility and transience of life-moments we sense life's tenacity. To see life enfolded in the womb of being is a doubly beautiful experience: firstly, because a fabric of natural laws was beautifully woven along our way to the present; secondly, because beauty is our guiding star to find our way forward. From the remote past into the future, our extended life walks in beauty.