The aura of joy no longer fills my days But comes a stranger in a distant hour, An unexpected guest who rarely stays Beyond the falling of the briefest flower
Or the passing zephyr's kiss as fleet As closely held remembrances of love, Or the poignant recollection of God's feet Moving wounded through the lives he wove
Enchanted on the magic loom of space. Delight that once was mine ran deep and sure, Followed or led in all my reckless pace As from the jars of heaven grace would pour.
I grew in wonderment, obeyed my soul, Mind and body followed in its wake, Before my searchlight eyes a presence stole Like moonlit clouds across a darkened lake.
The sages speak of calm preparing peace But since her death the silence is too loud And never do the hostile spirits cease Their attempt to cover beauty with a shroud.
If I half dead to life must expiate The erroneous turnings of a thousand years Is there yet a way to overcome my fate And shed the burden of these time-formed tears.
Have the hounds of sorrow bit too deep, Caused suppurating wounds that will not heal Or may I rise before the final sleep To meet the enemy with will of steel
And the glorious renascence of the soul. Time does not heal, it merely serves to dull The pain of loss, the vision and the goal And fill the emptiness with specious lull.
Man enamoured of his current state Accumulates his baubles seeking fame Or wealth and power would accumulate To add to his illustrious name.
If once the body-mind could consecrate All life experience to rise above This charted path and reconstruct our fate Surely would begin the reign of love.
Poems Undated (1727)
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