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The following is the poem that I wrote about many months ago.
SARAH D and the ten-thousand questions
What grace is this?
That made so bliss,
causes the heart to wonder,
the thoughts of man to ponder?
Could purity pervade such brow?
Bringing life to static morrow?
Or has the cold hard night stolen,
the apple of Eve which now lays fallen?
Has God kept safe her soul?
from sorrow of this swollen world?
Does she with wonderous heart of light,
inspire the land with holy delight?
Where angels look down to behold,
a sacred creature, a life of gold.
And man, like boys, to wonder,
at God's face reflected in the mortal.
Or is her beauty a mere phantom?
vanishing as a ghost with lantern?
Has corruption infected the lovely fruit?
leaving a graceful image with no truth?
Even so, we must believe,
that not every Rose was meant to deceive:
with lovely petals, but thorns piercing the hand,
contemplated from afar, never to understand.
And will silence always suffocate the moment?
or will God move the mountain upon the summit?
Will words like arrows pierce the ear?
extinguishing the unknown, to make all things clear?
"Better open rebuke then hidden love;"
better to aim for perfection than fall from above,
where nothing moves, nothing's remembered but questions,
of her wonder, where in memory it only feigntly glistens.
[The aboce poem was written to a girl (Sarah D) in January, given to her via a friend (Rob) @ Riverside Wellness and Fitness Center in Newport News/Hampton. I knew little about the girl at the time, still know little, but fear that it seems like the darker portion of the poem is more true. How would you react to this poem if you are a girl? It was so hard even to let someone else give her this poem. I asked her if I could share the poem and she stated she did not care. Maybe they were meant for her ears alone, but it seems she got little out of it. A little quixotic why God uses blithe people to inspire me sometimes.
]
I hope it inspires you the reader to remain pure and holy, and her as well.
God bless
tony
SARAH D and the ten-thousand questions
What grace is this?
That made so bliss,
causes the heart to wonder,
the thoughts of man to ponder?
Could purity pervade such brow?
Bringing life to static morrow?
Or has the cold hard night stolen,
the apple of Eve which now lays fallen?
Has God kept safe her soul?
from sorrow of this swollen world?
Does she with wonderous heart of light,
inspire the land with holy delight?
Where angels look down to behold,
a sacred creature, a life of gold.
And man, like boys, to wonder,
at God's face reflected in the mortal.
Or is her beauty a mere phantom?
vanishing as a ghost with lantern?
Has corruption infected the lovely fruit?
leaving a graceful image with no truth?
Even so, we must believe,
that not every Rose was meant to deceive:
with lovely petals, but thorns piercing the hand,
contemplated from afar, never to understand.
And will silence always suffocate the moment?
or will God move the mountain upon the summit?
Will words like arrows pierce the ear?
extinguishing the unknown, to make all things clear?
"Better open rebuke then hidden love;"
better to aim for perfection than fall from above,
where nothing moves, nothing's remembered but questions,
of her wonder, where in memory it only feigntly glistens.
[The aboce poem was written to a girl (Sarah D) in January, given to her via a friend (Rob) @ Riverside Wellness and Fitness Center in Newport News/Hampton. I knew little about the girl at the time, still know little, but fear that it seems like the darker portion of the poem is more true. How would you react to this poem if you are a girl? It was so hard even to let someone else give her this poem. I asked her if I could share the poem and she stated she did not care. Maybe they were meant for her ears alone, but it seems she got little out of it. A little quixotic why God uses blithe people to inspire me sometimes.
]I hope it inspires you the reader to remain pure and holy, and her as well.
God bless
tony