Sublime

In the softest swaying of a tree
Lurks a certain quiet mystery
Up above the sky in outer space
Of this mystery we find a trace

Hiding then in shadows of the dawn
By a secret order goes the fawn

Onward go all things in ordered pace
Ruling of a kingdom, stitching lace

Grasping every subject in His hold
By Him all things happen as He told

Turning water into potent wine
By Him chaos sea is turned sublime

Pain of Life and Mental Strife

What lies ahead? Oh! What shall I find?
Shall all come to ruin and collapse?
Must I in vanity labor in tasks?
Perhaps by my toil I, until dead
May gain indulgence, my dividend,
But in this still I may perhaps
Find no joy, for all must lapse,
Then I die and all is ended.

Be still and do not wail.
All will soon be gone.
So does all of nature tell;
Live therefore in lack of sin.

For ships are proven in the gale
And life is not for trusting in.

Lacking Eyes

How are the weary cooled by the breeze
And many a critter finds rest in the trees
Midst the stillness of the night.

Many are weary and loaded with caring
Many disheartened and slain by despairing
Oh, how they are blind!

Were we to look to the ant on the ground
And hear in the forest a chorus of sound
Would we not find rest?

Many have gone out for rest in such way
But came home confounded, sad with dismay
Finding not. Lacking eyes.

These will continue to fumble around
Falling in holes they have dug in the ground
A melancholy plot.

We are the kings and heads of creation
Yet we roll in our misery all the day long
While cows and sparrows sing with delight
Oh, who will save us from this awful plight?

Farewell

We are indeed but mortal men
And we are doomed to die
But just as much our sorrow when
We’re doomed to say goodbye
And over us is cast that icy spell
Farewell!

There was a friend who stood beside
Who walked with me a mile
But now our distance, ah! ‘Tis wide
For he could only stay a while
And my heart choked as I tried to tell
Farewell!

Your very soul is ripped in two
A sudden death could end their song
And there would be but you
So why must they not stay long
To say it is to be in hell
Farewell!

One word, yet sharper than a sword
My soul begins to faint and gasp
Help me now, oh Lord
Keep them in my clasp
The word unheard where angels dwell
Farewell!

We are indeed but mortal men
And we are doomed to die
But just as much our sorrow when
We’re doomed to say goodbye
And over us is cast that icy spell
Farewell!

Eden

Back in Eden long ago
Where fruiting trees were caused to grow
The garden of the One on high
Where all was meant to live not die

How I wish to see the place
And wallow in its fragrant grace
To see the patterns God ordained
Which never lost, but always gained

To rest beneath a crawling vine
And taste of its potent wine
Or pluck from trees which reach the sky
The flesh of fruit for which to die

To call each creature by its name
And join it in its harmless game
To prune a prune or pet a fawn
And know it will go on and on

Lo, unto the land of yesterday
Carry me away!