Joy Too Old
JOY TOO OLD 

How silent is this spawnless, unending time before the breaking light does come... 

Come to me sweetly, as does the dawn! 
Swiftly, as darkness yields to light! 
Run forth from the terrors of night. 
Now far behind you, now gone. 

Becoming day, you pause with I to play in fields of golden rules 
and drink from draughts of wisdom's ration. 
Beaming we as one bright ray, oe'r river bars 
and glens we go, gazing thru green gaps of tree, 
we turn with hopeful wishful yearning 
past cities, towns and countries burning 
and spy on high with warming passion 
life's giving orb that shined forth thee, 
that crowned us both in heaven's jewels. 

A new day's chance again is given! 
And though man's hopes and joys, like geese, 
by v-shaped spears of hate were riven, 
As I, Compassion, rise, so thee do, Peace. 

We offer all on bended knee 
the rings of Saturn, the moats of Mars. 

The joy of old - and this - I wish thee: 
know you now that I and we and all are one. 
---------------------------------- 
mindbringer, 12 January 2010


Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 1/13/2010 10:00:23 PM
Breathtaking, wonderful--I'm stunned.

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