One Day, Some Day

Those who sow in weeping,
their seed-tears heavying the sack,
often find the furrows long
and freshly turned.

Those whose megaphone
is the altar before the Lamb,
are told their echoing “How long?”
must wait a bit more.

But in the Age to Come,
when harvest time begins,
when the answer comes, “This long,”
then This Age will end.

The myriad multitudes
and countless crowds will sing
the Lamb’s Song all eternal Day long,
and the echoing sheaves will be

Laughter.

1-23-2019

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Hand-to-Hand Combat (Logolilt)

No forged steel or crafted blade
Can win the day
Only
Raw strength, grappling foe hand-to-hand,
Face-to-face stand
Boldly.

Rip the gray arm from its socket,
And though not yet,
Death will
Come to the bloody defeated
Foe whose foul head
Breathes still.

1-24-2019

What is a Logolilt?

Hand in Front of Your Face (Fornyrðislag)

Hold up your hand before your face:
Darkness dims the lidded windows,
Prevents the palm from being seen
Even at such a close span.

When sight obscured so fully thus,
A little lamp can blaze with fury.
The smallest spark jumps and yells
And holds hope to desperate sight.

The torch toils vainly in day-view,
Blazes brilliant in midnight’s gloom.
The fog forces forgetfulness
Of merry mead-halls’ joyful clamor.

Rake and rasp hard the flint and steel,
Send many sparks aloft in the dark
That weary warriors may stagger home
And drain draughts of home’s own ale.

1-15-2019

What is a fornyrðislag?

Cognitive Dissonance (Petrarchan Sonnet)

The placard serving as a nametag read
Correctly, but it still seemed somehow wrong––
Like when a face and voice just don’t belong
Or when a word looks wrong inside your head
Though dictionary’s proof before you spread.
How do you fight a dissonance so strong?
How do you prove the label does belong?
How to endure the heavy lies, like lead––
Not only drag you down but pull aside,
Turn you away from who you really are
Toward the dark despair and loneliness?
Hope lifts your drooping, weeping, heavy eyes
To see the faintest light, a dim, small star
Whose shining heralds something glorious.

1-10-2019

What is a Petrarchan Sonnet?

Rhythm

Common Meter (8.6.8.6)

The cadence and the rhythm built
In nature by design
Will by all things one day be felt
In harmony sublime.

The music of Iluvatar
That sang the world to be
Will finish with a finer chord,
Resolve the melody.

E’en Bach with all his symphonies
Could ne’er weave such a tune
As the Composer masterfully
Creates upon His loom.

He fits each instrument, each piece
In perfect sound and place
So the perfect finished release
Surrounds like an embrace.

11-29-2018

Prompt (see the companion piece)

The Beacons of Life Are Dark

Like the Egyptian midnight at noon,
the beacons of life are dark.
Wave your hand in front of your face all you want,
at most, you’ll feel the wind.
The beacons of life are dark.

It’s the fourth day since the battle begun.
The beacons of life are dark.
Some are hoping for light in the east tomorrow,
but who knows whether we’ll make it that long.
The beacons of life are dark.

Hope for a White Rider leading singing, slaying armies:
The beacons of life are dim.

11-27-2018

Prompt

See this post for the original line.

Cobra Commander

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As a kid, I played with G.I. Joe action figures.
I had dozens of them: men, guns, accessories, vehicles.
But I only had three bad guys: Cobra Commander and a couple others.
I remember confronting the logical problem this presented:
If the good guys win and beat the bad guys,
who will the good guys fight next time?
My solution was to make the bad guys stronger and more resilient
than the good guys—but still beatable (of course).

Perhaps I, like Caiaphas, spoke more truly than I knew.

11-18-2018

Prompt

Never-Failing Treasure

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Apart from him you should never desire even to breathe. For he is my hope, he is my boast, he is my never-failing wealth.

— Pseudo-Ignatius, Ephesians, 11:2.

What would I gain to have the whole world
To be king of silver and of gold
But at the cost of losing You
Getting wealth in exchange for my soul?

You are my hope
You are my boast
You are my never-failing treasure

Why would I long to live in a tent
When room in Your house is kept for me?
Why would I keep failing, frailing dust
When a body like Yours I’ll receive?

You are my hope
You are my boast
You are my never-failing treasure

Why would I drink from empty bottles
That can never quench my thirsty heart?
Why waste my time on deadly shadows
That will only drive us further apart?

You are my hope
You are my boast
You are my never-failing treasure

5-25-2017

Help My Unbelief

I hear all the great promises,
I know that they are true
I know all things are possible
For those who trust in You

Lord, I believe! 
O help my unbelief!
Lord, I need You
To give me some relief!
I feel the hardness of my heart
And know it should not be,
I fall down at Your mercy, Lord,
O help my unbelief!

Now my eyes have grown accustomed
To walking in the dark
I need a lamp to light the path
And guide my wand’ring heart

Lord, I believe! 
O help my unbelief!
Lord, I need You
To give me some relief!
I feel the hardness of my heart
And know it should not be,
I fall down at Your mercy, Lord,
O help my unbelief!

One day I’ll be completely changed
And freed from all my sin
I’ll no longer war against
This unbelief within

Lord, I believe! 
O help my unbelief!
Lord, I need You
To give me some relief!
I feel the hardness of my heart
And know it should not be,
I fall down at Your mercy, Lord,
O help my unbelief!

1-14-2016