Alison L. James 

New York, NY, USA 

 
 
 

Born in England, Alison James resides and works in New York City as an independent, international event planner. Through her poetry she seeks to reveal spiritual truth and to lift the human spirit. She is presently seeking to publish an anthology entitled "My Spiritual Eye Learns To See." Alison also writes children's stories, fables and greeting card copy and has completed a one-act play in verse entitled "The Divinity Of Man, The Seven Spirits Of God." She is an active member of Zoe Ministries and her other interests include: acting, music and art. You may E-Mail Alison at: ajevents@hotmail.com

 

Icon

Icon, icon on the wall,
Whose image is the most powerful of all?
Does your consciousness invade mine?
Does your picture transcend time?

Icon, icon, do you see?
Are your eyes watching me?
Does your image permeate space
When I focus on your face?

Icon, icon, do you thrive
To see your presence forever survive?
Does attention to your presentation
Bring forth earthly manifestation?

Icon, icon, like a book
You direct my thoughts when I look,
You brand your presence, like I am drinking
In your spirit to lift my thinking.

Icon, icon, Christ or saint,
Or religious leader, now of paint,
Or sculpture, or metal, or mosaic,
Your influence is beyond the prosaic.

Icon, icon, if you fade,
Your impact on my mind's inlaid,
For you're a part of history,
I awe and revere your destiny.

Icon, icon, I remember your past,
You escaped the iconoclast,
May your presence forever impress
Itself on universal awareness.

Night Flight

When night breezes blow across the plain
Sending faded drum beats and faint smoke clouds
To the poised nostrils of the wolf
Who silently paws through grasses with the pack,
When owls begin their vigil from overhead
And earthbound creatures move with stealth
Against moonlit skies,
My eagle spirit soars on its nocturnal flight,
Buoyed by warm currents
On wings extended in fullness,
Ever upward to be a part
Of the wonder that lives
Forever in my mind,
Strong, alone, daring to be
All that I am.
All poems Copyright © 1998 Alison L. James. All rights reserved.