Feb. 13, '13
Peering Into the Future
Whenever I think of the thin line
Of infinite light drawn into the void
Before Creation, I have to smile -
It's so visually disposed - so sadly flawed.
The same holds true for the worlds
Depending from the line at their inception -
Verily my mind is a cave that's sealed -
Only material images enter my conception.
Peering through a crevice, however -
I make out a light barely perceivable.
It comes and goes - at times irretrievable,
Destined to shine, I'm told, forever.
Imagine seeing the energy sustaining a table!
I've tried but, of course, am unable.
Feb. 21, '13
A Great Deliverance
All the streets I have ever tread
Converge at this shore where I am standing -
The waters will part at instant commanding -
A radically new place lies straight ahead.
Who could know I would have to contend
With such rising waves relentlessy tossing?
Fortunate was I to solely depend
On the One who achieved my miniature crossing.
Almost - almost the passage is made -
But where are the words of my song at the sea?
Must I hold myself back and patiently wait
Till the exact moment prepared for me?
Wait! wait! - no song of salvation was ever sung
Before a great deliverance had actually begun.
Feb. 28, '13
Joys of the Sonnet
The sonnet is a form most satisfying -
It is to the soul artistic
What a molecule is to the scientific -
Design, in art or nature, is highly gratifying.
Note its prescribed parameter:
The rhyme scheme traditionally Shakespearean,
The rhythm iambic pentameter,
Study there its pattern Petrarchean.
Easy to see how words in formal measure -
And rigidly formal at that -
Are essential to poetic pleasure -
The ear is the only true judge of this fact.
So long live the sonnet! - but let it be noted -
Greatest joy belongs to the one who wrote it.
