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Sonnet V: The Peace Prayer | David Emeron: Sonnets
I have recently titled this one “The Peace Prayer” which is a reference to Samuel Clemens’ (Mark Twain) “The War Prayer”
These two are none too opposite, in that they both reflect something quite true, and point out, among other things, unintended consequences; Mr Clemens work, the untended consequences of war and praying for victory in war; and mine, the same for peace. This dichotomy underscores for me the nature of peace and how peace and freedom are related. Freedom, even here in the US, creeps away by inches. I think it must not matter the form of governance attempting to watch over it, except to say that the US has been remarkably resistant to this, particularly when one realises that we are much more a target for such sedition than perhaps any other civilised nation.
I have come to realise that there is only one price with which such freedom can be purchased back once it has crept away to a greater or lesser degree. That price is paid in blood. I believe our founders knew this and took amazing steps, given their circumstances, to preserve this hard won freedom for as long as possible.
She sang her hymn before her eyes had seen
The glory of the coming of the Lord;
The blood, and death, of mortar, gun, and sword;
And brother killing brother, long had been.Then callow, sang of peace, with freedom won,
To eager faces, white, and brown… and black;
Whose liberty had just been handed back
Still soaked with blood by mortar, sword, and gun.Imagine men had heard that hymn, four score
And seven years of blood and death before;
Heard next her callow, pacifists decree;
Laid down their arms to study war no more.With shackled peace, from sea to shining sea,
What hue would, now, such eager faces be?
Sonnet: His Birth
I celebrate with all today His birth,
And pray throughout these hours with those I love.
Myself, as humbled giving thanks, I feel,
Although He floateth not, I fear, above.
And true, I more am thankful of my worth;
For know such warmth as loved ones for me pray,
And bid Him all our spirits, pray, to heal,
Especially upon this Holy day.
Ye wretched, leave us pray for peace on Earth,
And contemplate your mirror’s twisted view,
Then hope, and change, or enmity conceal;
Be thankful that my loved ones pray for you.
For though I yet believe no God to be,
So also do I not believe in ye.
Intro: Safety
I do not believe
But I celebrate and pray.
Loved ones pray for me.
Perhaps if I pray,
And someone is listening,
It will save my soul.
Probably, it won’t
Unless I believe in Him
And He’s really there
Perhaps, if I pray,
God will then reveal Himself.
Then I could believe.
It would be so grand.
If I knew He would take me.
To all my loved ones.
One friend has told me.
That because I once believed,
That still I am saved.
It feels like cheating.
But he insists it is not.
He says God loves me.
That’s what my name means
In the language of Moses:
“Beloved of God”
Once, I loved him back.
That feeling has never changed.
Though faith has withered.
Infinitesimal
The size of a mustard seed,
That can move mountains.
That’s what my friend says.
That’s reason enough to pray.
So I still do it.
Silent. On my own.
Sometimes I pray with loved ones.
It never hurt me.
It makes me happy.
When I do, I feel better.
Nothing’s wrong with that.
Pray with your loved ones;
It will make you feel better;
And won’t hurt at all.
Sonnet: Grace
So did He come, or was He born, this day?
And verily, amazing then was He;
As all such told events involving Him?
This world he touched, were still it plain to see?
What kind of wisdom did He teach or say?
Were such He taught for all of us to hear?
And was it truly more than just a whim?
And is He, when I speak to Him, as near?
And what may any tell me of His way?
And how doth anybody truly know?
And was His story equally as grim;
Horrific as its end, at first, would show?
What chapter did betrayal then begin?
Is true, the hymn, He washeth us of sin?
Intro: Merry Christmas
Sonnet: No Faith
Can now, I truly see the Holy Ghost?
Believing yet in nothing, not the Son,
And not the Father, nor the fallen one;
With only a desire to play as host
To a belief which, at its very most,
Do I admire to adopt–and shun
All else; for now, I see the truth, and run
To-ward a stark, inevitable, coast;
A coast whose beaches speak a Holy Truth;
Though that alone is not why I so care.
It is a great utility of youth;
Yet pains me that it cannot be a tool
Whose faith will serve me, if indeed ’tis there,
Unless a man accept it, as a rule.
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