Saturday, 21 April 2018

(Poetry) A Wisp of Air My Tears Shines Through


[ - from: THE RAGGED WRITINGS OF EVERLAND: Volume One: # 7;  8 ]



7. A Wisp of Air My Tears Shine Through
                                                                             

ENCASED WITHIN the travelled chest a treasure rare
Of un-pillaged plunder wrapped in coats of skins
The key the map the compass for the find were there
In Everland hid the fragrant heart at one with love

Script in sand engraved through fire in glass
Carried timeless in its purse, its secret fold of words
Engrafted life encoded there, in living jars of clay
As see-through as a wisp of air in nothingness clad

A stone was thrown and broken light spilled out
Of a perfect fashioner the hurt of every jar
How else escaped the light, that left buried deep would die
If scattered only by a tear it could forge of life its seal

Of each season borne the life produced twelve fruits
Green leaf in drought, up-springing joy in dearth
Living letters inscribed inside in every hue of gold
And shades of shadows left, went no more right through

Belts that tie the windless horn to its strength
Held in dust the captured message from the dawn of time
Bound in glory wrapped in living skins of hope
Cords of love the tie that kept the unfathomed dust afloat  

Within the sea of life the hidden script was laid
A sword to grind the jars their light in dust to leave
Pride lost, then on every hill a thing of freeing praise 
And the more did broken open letters fly in scrolls of flesh





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                        8. Unclouded Truth

FROM UNCLOUDED truth let my tears shine through 
Where the angel roses flower celestial bright
Where the rosebuds of a broken realm can rest
Rare blossoms where their hearts had dared

Pierced the inner rose by love in crystal drops  
From out of darkness where the light shines
Sight they find from blindness tinged with red
The truth from which every selfish heart is hid

Crushed the lilies by love’s most tender hand
Wide the fragrant places where their flower died
From pearled valleys steeped in grief they ran
This joy from which the untouched flower hides

End of night, let light from unknowing shine
From dawn love opens stooped to rightly hear
To comfort hearts that cry from all hurting places
Kind her hid surprise in truth’s slant circuit laid

Cached of love in safety from the prudent and the wise  
Turned upside down the truth she hid in secret places
That none might read to steal she buried light in darkness
Foolish faith not cleverness finds decrease delight

Of love’s own prism split the fragments of the light
Weighed in measures none could fathom truth’s surprise 
That in their going under babes could comprehend
And in their knowing nothing, find in loss the light




    
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