Richard W. Bachtold

No Poet like the great Grace of Silence

There is no dark like a night
replete with the mystery of death.
There is no truth like a fleeting wind.
There is no lover like a lonely tree.
There is no friend like a blade
of faithful grass.
There is no light like a solitary beam
from the sun.
There is no poem like an evolving earth
and no Poet like the great Grace
of Silence.

~ from POEMS OF THE SACRED UNKNOWN by Richard W. Bachtold

The old tree of eternal creative life lives with an open heart

The old tree of eternal creative life lives with an open heart, very deep roots, and many branches waiting to transform into new life.

~ Richard W. Bachtold

A lone priestly vision embraced by sacred silence

A poem is a passionate prayer of song
with blessings from and for the faithful All,
an innocent, sacramental creation
remembering ancient tradition,
a gift of praise at an invisible altar,
and a lone priestly vision embraced
by sacred silence,
seeking forever the eternal unknown.

~ Richard W. Bachtold

Sacred hart in the blackening wilderness

Sacred hart in the blackening wilderness
stately deer, gracefully bounding,
holy vision of the Eternal Heart;
countless, unending blood memories,
surge like gold through your rhythmic veins,
ancient paths stir the soul's journey.
Sleeping titans stand on the edge,
disregarding the dark, grasping webs of life,
or silver antlers shining with white wisdom,
of pulsating pearls of poetry flowing
from open eyes of song,
as the saintly sculpture disappears
from its vanishing home into
a dying paradise.

~ from Sacred Poems by Richard W. Bachtold
Sacred poems
By Richard W Bachtold
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