Imagine if you could wake up one day
And it was all gone
No more fear of failure
A scarlet balance sheet
Where all black must meet
The sorrow of inevitably night
No more ceaseless
Tear-struck striving
To outpace the setting sun.
In the House of Being
Where there is no fear
In the generous, star-lit corridors of the heavens
Where Sun and Moon lay their enmity
In all humility
And love
Where there is no light
Neither darkness
But the eternal, peaceable foelessness
Of a battle won,
A freedom fought
A crown of life, and not death, all won
Where all accusations have their end
And even stillness beckons ceasing
Where the foes of ages join hand
And friends will welcome,
Loved ones firm embrace
Never more to part,
Nor bloody-handed
Bloody-souled commence once more
The eternal strife of Cain
And Samson’s sad betrayal of his Philistine inamorata
For henceforth, heart alone shall have dominion over all
And in all, and with all and through all,
And no more shall we part
And no more shall I be at variance with myself.
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Perhaps this is what death is like.
But is not life, then, for the living also?
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A strait betwixt two.
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Oh what then, shall be my remedy?
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Patience, brother, patience.
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Do not batter my ears with your noble words…
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This poem is part of a triptych (i.e. a set of three poems), called ‘Charis and Potestas.’ It will appear as a supplement to an existing ebook of mine: Foaming the Optics.
Feel free to catch the book in the meantime; the updated version, complete with Charis and Potestas, will be available for download by 1 December.
The ebook of Foaming the Optics is free from 23-26 October 2017, on Amazon.
Catch the other two Charis and Potestas poems on 24 and 25 October; i.e. tomorrow and Wednesday!
Image attribution:
By MicheletB – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link