With Grace, into the Epilogue

With Grace, Into the Epilogue is my poem about life, acceptance, reflections and transformation, published in the book, Renewal.

In the nascent rise of this animated prose
each universal birth so rises out of the ashes, an inspiration

of the muse, which fountains our souls
as we traverse
the ether
then take root and rise up
all and even the cactus receives sustenance,
this fluid verse, persists


Though obscured, a rain received
as a passionate chorus through worldly foundations
always etching potential, even,
the cactus flowers
in the dawn’s rays warm, gentle,
the harmony with the tree of life still,
forecasts with its shadow
shares a soul chord, afar.

hinting of an ever-lush, misty distant meadow–

spring

in the nascent rise of this animated prose
each universal birth so rises out of ashes, an inspiration
of the muse, which fountains our souls
as we traverse
the ether
then take root and rise up
all and even the cactus receives sustenance, a fluid verse

though obscured, a rain received
as a passionate chorus through worldly foundations
always etching potential even
the cactus flowers
in the dawn’s rays warm, gentle,
the harmony with tree of life still forecasts with its shadow
shares a soul chord afar,
hinting of an ever-lush, misty distant meadow

summer

we went together into the sunlight
drank coffee with whimsical banter, stirring
life’s winsome allure, past endless markets of sweet offerings
through the angel hair of sunlight
in the balmy air we felt no burden with bare glances
to the melting ice cream castles
without that later burden to find that verity of authenticity

and so we drank up fairy tales and hyperboles
saccharine conundrums of fairgrounds turning vapid
— is life another dazzling circus show?
and we hold the facade and laugh as we fall?

fall

for the bell jar silences fears, yet it suffocates life
along with the disquietude
of evolving distorted dreams
of concrete schemes and surface crowds
that won’t let it one be free to be

for that here, and here it remains,
all I’ve ever learned from love
is a broken Hallelujah
vacating hopes of a second coming
for this baffled innocent,
the broken lover,
as we keep playing those zero sum games

the chorus shifts into the a minor chord,
with this concrete biome, without what is true
where there is beauty in abstractions
to centre the soul, to celebrate creation
the ceremonies of innocence, intuition,
instead we push through a paradigm of drowning
in superficial facades

winter

Still, I do hear echoes reverberating from Maytime travels
through the solstice, hints of a secret, sensual chord
and to seek this for there no other reason to be

oh death! do not brag thou to my stoop,
for I don’t yet understand life
so how can I contemplate you
— I am not ready to wander
in your shade and the fragments I have shored
against my ruins, remain

repent and I accept the catcher in the rye
and risk the desert dry, even seek it
in atonement
let me earn another moment or two,
I contemplate the depth of considered rumination
look, see the lapis lazuli and the latent offering of le papillon,
in indigo, there is a sea change
that it can save a wretch like me

I don’t want flowers, only to lay open, with my hands
turned up and be so empty yet so full,
filled with the essence of lavender and mulch
protective shelter to hush the cacophony
and line the path with planted fields
of citrus, vanilla, cinnamon, and rose

epilogue

and so, with this horse, with no name,
we move onwards in the journey to source
the water beneath the desert, dry and sandy, drink

.… will it be?

where peace and love and water lay
we slouch towards Bethlehem, to be born,
and there are the gifts to share, to say hallelujah
and stay, even when granite unyielding,
find sandstone

…let it be

it is the Other, gliding swathed in mantle and hood
that the bard whispers on strings,
songs of seasons tuning soul-wisdom
to all the broken-hearted people,
be an answer

…let it be

no victory needed, see joy, share, show, be,
reflect, embrace that hallelujah of which t’was I blind, but now I see
wrapped from both sides now,
this truth is marching on and so,

so, it shall be.

on poetry and music

Beautiful stories are told with drums and dance to evoke a spiritual rejoice that can carry us beyond the bricks and mortar of our civilized world. I remember songs from when I was five years old, that bring me back to that place that I would have forgotten otherwise.

Music therapy has a power that can transport, even if only temporarily, some people who are suffering into a more vibrant conscious awareness.

the music that has inspired this nascent rise

~ Both Sides NowJoni Mitchell
~ Hallelujah:Leonard Cohen, KD. Lang, Rufus Wainwright, Bob Dylan, Jeff Buckley and more that 300 other artists.
~ Horse with No Name: America
~ Glory, Glory Hallelujah: London Community Gospel Choir
~ Amazing Grace: Aretha Franklin and LeAnn Rimes
~ Let It Be: Beatles
~ Soul to Soul: Temptations

and, the poems

~ The Second Coming: W. B. Yeats
~ The ColossusSylvia Plath
Wasteland: T.S. Elliott
A Summer’s Day, Sonnet 18Shakespeare

Note: With Grace, Into the Epilogue
published in the book, Renewal, edited by Kevin Saitta

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