Reflections Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Quietly as a veneer,
and not without much pretension,
reflections cast their varied images,
across time's widening chasm, with fleeting reference,
the enlightenment of that inward vista a joyful rhapsody
like the sweet strains of Orpheus lyre, and somewhat
like a great body of ice, with its cascading fury,
ever falling, and sliding like a gigantic avalanche,
across the sheer splendour of time's channel,
into the deep canyon of beautiful delight Its descent
more like a speedy and celestial meteorite,
hurtling into a secret world of thought, destiny and imagery,
for here exists that pure and transcendental light,
which at our feet brightly shines,
lighting up our path,
bringing exaltation without measure,
like the celestial chorusing of angels.