AGONY OUT OF ECSTASY
Coral Gathman Cook
A song awaits the singing
The air, weighted in anticipation,
Stirs but very little
As all the earth's inhabitants
Stand ready to give voice
To its canticle of praise
It is no mere ballad waiting to be sung
But rather all life's essence
Does impregnate its words
The travailing of the singer
Shall bring for in birth
The beauty of its message
And rekindle hope
In those who hear
BUT ALAS
Its cry of hope is never to be heard!
Breathless anticipation gives way
To utter futile hopelessness
The message it purports to bring
Is lost in the absence of the song
In the place of joyous ecstasy
Agony torments the soul
Life's essence has been lost
To those who wait to hear
As in horror the gasp to see
The singer walk unto the stage
A deafened, muted, desecrated wretch
Who has naught to bring to concert
But a wail and a groan
Coral Gathman Cook
A song awaits the singing
The air, weighted in anticipation,
Stirs but very little
As all the earth's inhabitants
Stand ready to give voice
To its canticle of praise
It is no mere ballad waiting to be sung
But rather all life's essence
Does impregnate its words
The travailing of the singer
Shall bring for in birth
The beauty of its message
And rekindle hope
In those who hear
BUT ALAS
Its cry of hope is never to be heard!
Breathless anticipation gives way
To utter futile hopelessness
The message it purports to bring
Is lost in the absence of the song
In the place of joyous ecstasy
Agony torments the soul
Life's essence has been lost
To those who wait to hear
As in horror the gasp to see
The singer walk unto the stage
A deafened, muted, desecrated wretch
Who has naught to bring to concert
But a wail and a groan