Sometimes illuminations come to us
From a past so long ago
That to fathom them is a test.
But, be they the narrowest,
Most piercing of insights,
Or the broadest
Warmest of floods imaginable,
Gather in the light as it comes.
Tend it,
Burnish your day whilst you can.
For, in all the spaces in between,
See how the devil gapes…
And what space he has to do his mischief!
The time to consolidate such moments
Often hangs by a thread,
When there are so many in the world
That might seek to swallow such blessings whole
And smother them in darkness.
Drown them in their own constant,
But clever discrimination
Of selfish need, greed and ambition
That instead demands a foil,
A litany of vacuous praise, of reassurance,
A monument, a Godhead even!
What fools…
So much beauty
Slaughtered needlessly
On the altar of achievement.
And for what?
When, beyond all this vanity,
There are so many more powerful hinges
Into the graceful and the divine.
Very Nice! thank you Scott!
I’m impressed, I ought to say. Truly rarely do I encounter anything as special this!