Showing posts with label elegy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elegy. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Eventide Elegy


There are far better things ahead than anything we can leave behind. C.S.Lewis

Found the above quote at Words on Wheels. Check out Deb's beautiful and inspirational notes cards.

PAD challenge day 16: write an elegy


Love cups joy but cannot clench
Blessing-beauty; Moments wrench
Now to Then and When to Now
As our love-cups overflow

Darling, once upon a climb
We were ignorant of Time
How this thoroughfare of clocks
Gathers moments behind locks

…how love cups life’s moment-gong
Fading now in vesper-song
Pitter-patter… passion, prayer
Spills and fills our here-to-there

Darling, let’s dance soft and slow
Swift, how swift these Time-gems flow
Phantom eighth-notes gilded glide
Echoing on eventide

Hold me dear, too soon dusk-dirge
Overtakes dawn’s virgin splurge
Cup-‘o-love songs gently ride  
Breezes on the eventide

© Janet Martin


Stained-glass Elegy






They sit like stained-glass spectacles
Tucked in rural burgs and vales
Steeple-postcards; red, brown, gray
Where fore-fathers came to pray
As Amazing Grace rang strong
Before progress stole its song

Here Miss Betty sang off-key
Baby bounced on mother’s knee
Johnny scribbled on the pew
Mary blushed and peeked at Lou
Daddies paused from six-day test
Sabbath was a day of rest

Once upon a simpler Time
Sunday morning bore the chime
Of the tolling steeple-bell
…’Come to church or go to hell’  
Now when Sunday rolls around
Silence is its only sound
 
Here they sit; each village square
Has a little church somewhere
Mr. Brown still mows the lawn
Pausing to reflect upon
Friends and neighbors lying where
No one comes to pray a prayer


...and those doors that never locked
Never open; is God shocked
As He sees His house of prayer
Empty; hallmarks of despair
Like a grave among the graves
Echoing 'come, Jesus saves'
 
© Janet Martin 

If you come to visit St.Jacobs Ontario, Canada you will hear these bells every day at noon.They play for 10-15 minutes. I love how the guy mowing the lawn stops as soon as he realizes the bells are playing...

  

love, love this song by Craig Morgan...