Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Another's Choice

To the clinic the girl was driven--
Now she waits alone in that dreary lobby,
Bitterly wallowing in her heart's anxiety.
'Tis not her wish that brought her here,
But who ever wanted to undergo surgery?
Now the receptionist with the stone face
Calls to the girl, her time has come.
So she walks with slow and heavy steps,
As if towards her doom she approaches,
And is usehered to that cold metal table,
Where white clad men operate like surgeons,
Doctors who had abandoned their oaths.
Death's hands begin to poke and prod her,
Whilst his cold machinery continues to whir.
The uncaring silence is ominously shattered,
By a brief cry of intense pain sharply felt,
Yet in a voice of silence does death speak.
Sorrow the pitiably girl now knows by name,
To her no comfort will her lover provide,
Nor can her child she nurture and hold,
For that choice was never hers to make.

Monday, October 08, 2007

The Crusader and the Church

Seeking fame and esteem Francis marched forth,
Onward to the Holy Land he gallantly rode,
A bold Crusader and warrior for the Cross.
Near quiet village and through busy town,
He rode past each and warmly was greeted,
By craftsman, peasant, mayor and fair maiden.
How much finery saw he in tall Castles lofty,
What great company shared at each evening's inn.
Though when by the derelict church he strode
With crumbling walls of great mossy stones,
Sad was he to hear no peels from cracked bells.
When he saw the broken door of battered wood,
His heart grew heavy and his joy was ebbed,
This dull abandoned house he could not ignore.
He eased his mind with thoughts of coming glory,
The mighty battles to fight and riches to claim,
What great honor lay on the road ahead for he.
Soon injured in combat from his horse he fell,
And though his wounds healed quickly became ill.
As he rested and prayed for recovery and health,
Yet also dreamed of winning fame and wealth,
'Till his mind at last recalled the sad old church.
When upon his life he reflected, vainglory he found,
Thus in a cold emptiness his soul had long dwelt,
Seeking an oasis in the barren desert of his life.
So the Crusades he soon abandoned, knight no more,
Now to poverty and humble obedience he has turned,
Seeking no longer earthly riches nor knightly honor,
Yet renown he finally won, his legacy the Church rebuilt.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Eden and Gethsemane

Oh Eden, beautiful and bountiful Eden!
Teeming with new life, joy of Creation,
Majestic beasts roam through thy garden,
Passing lush foliage and green meadows,
As birds rejoice in their sublime songs,
A cacophonic symphony, pure yet unorchestrated,
Music rivaling Seraphim for world's delight!
Lazy river fed by crystal streams,
Peacefully winding near forest and vale,
Water bathed by the sun's golden rays,
On whose banks harts prance with cadence,
Whilst fawns with angels' grace dance.
Plants in bloom as the world's first spring,
Great trees ornately wearing jeweled fruits,
In garden's center stand the grandest of all,
Twin trees, thy fruit life and knowledge,
One a gift, and the other a curse forbidden,
Yet in temptation the curse is soon forgotten.

Alas! For the forbidden fruit's allure
Prooved for mans' will too much to endure!
Knowledge begets sorrow, poisoning paradise,
For Eden can never bear the thought of death.
Death's bitter taste now lies on man's breath,
Barring him now from the splendor of life in Eden,
For the garden's gate now to man must be closed
And what but the tree of life may bar death?
Exiled, man's children now may only wander,
Passing o'er mountains and through sea,
For the garden was now a tragedy unbearable,
Nor could flaming sword and heavenly host they face,
Against the corrupt do these guard Eden's entry.

Dispossessed man's children now roam forlornly,
Flood, tyrant, desert and plague they braved,
The burning flames of the sun, once warming,
Now pierce their skin, a hundred fiery arrows,
Whilst the cold teeth of snow and ice
Like hungry viper bite into their flesh.
The vicious howls of ravenous beasts pursue them,
And the discordant laughter of crows mock them,
As their names the wind cries in its mournful voice,
Haunting them with its dreadful wailing
Seeming to forever bemoan their tragic loss.
Yet a New Man's arrival the prophets foretold,
Anxiously they await man's new springtime
A fresh emergence from dark winter's storm,
Yet harrowing millenia taught their souls despair.

Eden from their waning hopes eventually passed,
As their faith in this promise darkened,
And the prophet's vision began to fade away.
A new garden they planted to curb sorrow,
But little joy lasting could it provide them.
For man, a frail shadow of Eden was Gethsemane,
Whose trees provided shade from the sun's wrath,
Though their flowering was never so festive,
Nor their fruits so tender nor sweet to taste,
As those man in Eden's eternal paradise left.
Cool streams through the garden wound,
Carving scars through the dark foliage.
Birds from tree borne nests chirped tunes,
Competing for the most resonant of notes,
Though their songs only reminded men
Of that wondrous symphonic harmony
Once played in Eden's sweeping meadows fair,
The melancholy song plaintively harkening forth
The fulfillment of a promise made long ago.

A new man to bear those lost keys to Eden's gate,
Who could paradise's joy reclaim for mankind.
This New Man who suffered scorching desert heat,
And who fiercely raging storm rebuked,
Entered into man's garden in agony to weep,
Not joy but a heavy heart did He bring there.
Though with friends nearby drowsily sleeping,
And in darkness did He pray, broken and alone.
His companions dozed unaware of the mystery,
Unfolding before them in His forlorn supplications.
Oh Gethsemane! Thy sorrow shadows Eden's delight!
Thy trees now stand in silent and vigilant watch,
For they know that a tragedy will soon transpire.
It was a tree's temptation which to death brought man,
And so upon a tree's wood must Man's Son die,
Then three days under trees' roots must He sleep.

But when the third dawn's light awoke the trees,
The tomb itself was opened to reveal life anew,
Stone rolled away with death's deep despair.
And then paradise's gate was flung open