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!
Hey, I really like these. Farewell was my favorite— very tight and rhythmic, not to mention sad and true. 😛 But all of them are lovely in different ways. Nice work, Daeus.
Oh wow, those are good. Is the second one inspired by Ecclesiastes?
It’s so neat how you made all of them have a shape.
Oh, heh heh. Any shapes are accidental, but forget I said that. Yes, that me. Always doing cool shape things.
Actually, that second one was inspired by Ecclesiastes now that I remember it.
Oh, so cool. A brain must be quite geometrically oriented to do that on accident. 😛
Good pieces Daeus. I agree with Kate, my favorite is Farewell, so beautifully sad. But I loved Eden. It makes me long for the new one to come. Keep up the great work!
I like them all! Beautiful work, Daeus! 😀
Thanks, y’all.
I am definitely a fan of all of these. 🙂 Awesome job capturing a lot of really deep thoughts in simple moments–my favorite kind of poetry. Keep it up!