A heavy gravitation's dissembling force Threatens to dissolve this house of flesh, Shatter the frail remains of skeletal mind Or press into some purgatorial night
This withered empty form now love has fled. All hangs beclouded in unsubstantial air Where once the sun so brightly did bestrew Our world with flowers, canopied with trees
Our carpeted path until untimely death Divided twain no earthly force could part. And now compelled by tears of loss I drift In penitential nights and frustrate days
Benumbed by sorrow and by grief belayed. And yet, despite the darkness of the days, Amid the movement of mechanic will To gather all remembrances, impose
A plan of order on this shattered state, I am aware of Presences that guide And silence seeking softly to descend Into the emptiness, the pain-filled Void.
I look upon our human history And see the homage paid by king and prince, The temples to the loved one grief has built And songs of lamentation for the dead.
But I who bring a poverty of words Unable to express in poetry Or music that moves our mortal souls to weep, Hold in the sanctuary of the heart
Remembrance, incense-filled and deep, so deep Within a granite core unbreakable Of faith that every breath is God-imbued And death a humble instrument of life.
Poems Undated (1727)
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