Cry Of Love
CRY OF LOVE
The matchless triumph of surrender …
Beside the queen’s pavilion
The shriven mendicant
Waits alone for execution
Staring into space out of the deep unknown
His will to immolation
Touches a sudden spring
That opens a secret door
Gateway to reminiscence
Dreams that come to nothing revisited
Ghosts shimmer in the walls
And say: Yes, I came this way
Dismantled all my posits
Reappropriated my a prioris …
The truth has no talons
In an ocean of aimless pursuits
Give me the strength of arms
That I may embrace the fear
Give then to me a great fortune
That I may embrace the small change
Give me the disciplines of art
That I may embrace the unruly
Give me your stockinged pillories
That I may embrace the sweet smile of God
Come here, dear sister, whose eyes
Beckon timidly but nonetheless
Back at me from the mirror
Lay down, my love, and be at ease
Posted on March 30, 2016, in Poetry, Republished and tagged Love, Quatrain, Spirituality. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
My favorite stanza:
“Gateway to reminiscence
Dreams that come to nothing revisited
Ghosts shimmer in the walls
And say: Yes, I came this way”
Realizations that stemmed out from a near-death experience are the best. It’s when our life flashes before our eyes that we only get to ponder on how we have lived until that moment.
A heartfelt poem.
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Thank you. 🙂
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This is beautiful and haunting ..thank you for calling my attention to it. 🙂
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I acted on intuition.
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OH!! I am so glad I took time to read this. Wow! Marvelous, melodic and melancholy all at once. Amazing!
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So glad it found a place in your day. 🙂 And thank you for your kind words.
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Beautiful and well written.
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Thank you.
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