Sunday, October 4, 2009

Standard Time

The dreary skies oppressive close upon horizon’s hall;
I turn within to find my joy before the curtain call.
The hearth of home is centre stage and all who gather here
can lift the drape of dark dismay and lighten every care.

Seasoned

I wake to find the pleasant days have fled
and autumn’s luscious colours overthrown.
I rise to see the sun has dropped his head,

the warming sun flash-frozen like a stone.
The earthbound clouds conspire to shut him out;
the lesser light will now take up his crown.

I work to loose compassion midst the doubt
where dreary rains long drowned the fledgling crop,
Impatiently, strong winds swirl roundabout;

I rest my weary head, exhausted drop
and weep for all that’s lost mid winter snow.
I still—the soul’s dark night bids me to stop—

embrace the voice of my Beloved now.
As lilies through the cold of moonlight glow,
I sleep amidst the sweetness of His flower.