I believe I can’t,
But you believe that I can,
Yours is the stronger.
Tag Archives: Faith
Sonnet: Eternity
Through all eternity, through each farewell,
I call to thee; as I–as we endure
As much as do the fates our world compel–
Divine this hidden answer; this foretell:
Thy true, thy bidden answer, when away
My call to thee, past all, who as one, ban,
Decry, forbid, constrict with venom, they–
Impeach with venom anything we say.
Yet each untasted word of thine will fall
Upon my ear–will call to me; sublime
Mellifluence will sweet me to thy call,
Will taste me through such venom, one and all.
Such ardour hidden, heard I all the more–
That none would quell since first our life began–
Would call thee to my side through space and time.
Sonnet IV: Heirs
Ye Gods: Ye Old and New, and Yet Unborn,
Ye need not climb with Armies of Your Own
To banish each corruption from its Throne;
But light from soul to soul, and each adorn
With Grace; and watch as true believers borne
Will magnify the knowing and the known
Until they have unnumbered billions sown.
And someday, to their young, will point and warn:
See there, my daughters and my sons, that stain
There, crawling nearly lifeless on our height?
Dare you believe it thought it had free reign
To tear down what was Beautiful and Right?
And all the youth will laugh, and never see
How such a foolish thing… could ever be:
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Intro 4: If Only
I expected five. But for some unknown reason, four came before three, shortly after two. And that told the whole story. As well as five could. Reading them over, I sometimes see a fifth there, and sometimes I don’t.
Sonnet I: Waiting Is
And I… have lost all life, all breath, all heart,
All sound, all sight; all sense hath left me blind.
For all I run to thee while sleep, apart…
I dare not hope but glimpse thee so confined;
But crystaled tears, this vision, showeth art;
And only then should know thy tears as mine.
I know thy lidded eyes press forth my tears;
And beg thee ope’ these jewels; see me there
Entreat thee, from this blindness, end my fears;
Wake thee, and wake thou me, from out this sleep,
This phantasm, this darkness, this nightmare;
And dare I thee to wake, wherefore I weep.
For thou, thy faith, thy dream, as pure whereby–
Waiting… hoping… ever for mee… as I….
- To my love;
who hath for me
ever waited.
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Intro 1: Sometime Last Century…
I am still
hushed
poised
waiting for you
not daring
to brush the tears
away
from my closed eyes
fearful
of jarring myself
from this sleep–
I wait…
- Written by My Sweetheart…
Sometime last millennium…
Sonnet III: Take Thy Care
Above all, tend thy body, treat not cavalier
The vessel of thy mind and soul; for where
Thy foolishness, ephemera revere,
So ever, doth for each, the other care.
What providence might I impart of this!?
What bounty bring, avoiding such despair.
If not such caution, would I be remiss?
This wisdom, give I thee, beyond compare.
I yearn to tell the ease thou shouldst have won;
Or how simplicity wouldst bring thee bliss;
And wish thy time for these could be outdone–
Not lateness now these choosings reminisce.
Though ne’er may be these hands of time outrun;
So could thine ease much sooner have begun.
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