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a fleeting night
“Killing man’s fleeting time does not, in any way, or by any means, injure
God’s brief eternity.”—Clyve A. Bowen (after Henry David Thoreau)
time limits on my hands,
ere swift eternity runs out
and i am left with burdens that cannot never cross the line.
new heavens and new strands,
bound not by frail passe-partout,
bid finite man infinite streams cross to his rest divine.
how temporal my plight,
tho hungry, naked, and bereft
i tangle with vicissitudes of seasons and of times!
this is a fleeting night;
let me withstand what fate is left:
the morning comes with new and glorious light and sentient rhymes.
my darkness is earmarked
for brimstone verdicts in the courts
of heaven, on whose gallows shall his withering be sure.
my journey he has starked
with falterings along all ports,
but soon shall dawn that Restful Day for poor souls that endure.
© Copyright 2022 November 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
God’s brief eternity.”—Clyve A. Bowen (after Henry David Thoreau)
time limits on my hands,
ere swift eternity runs out
and i am left with burdens that cannot never cross the line.
new heavens and new strands,
bound not by frail passe-partout,
bid finite man infinite streams cross to his rest divine.
how temporal my plight,
tho hungry, naked, and bereft
i tangle with vicissitudes of seasons and of times!
this is a fleeting night;
let me withstand what fate is left:
the morning comes with new and glorious light and sentient rhymes.
my darkness is earmarked
for brimstone verdicts in the courts
of heaven, on whose gallows shall his withering be sure.
my journey he has starked
with falterings along all ports,
but soon shall dawn that Restful Day for poor souls that endure.
© Copyright 2022 November 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 1st Dec 2022
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19th Dec 2022 6:32pm
I like this spill, in the spiritual journey we all take, this piece really speaks and positivity while understanding that life is not perfect.
Great work sir.
Great work sir.
20th Dec 2022 3:17am
Your discernment of spiritual value is, no doubt, what draws you to a poem such as this, Wally. You bring with it a generosity that encourages, and which I accept with the sincerest of gratitude.
Indeed, life is like a fleeting night, whose brevity is as rude as it is just, in the sense that there is so little time to get done all the things we would like to finish; but, thankfully, life's nightmare will be over before we can be slaughtered by night.
Sincerely
cab
Indeed, life is like a fleeting night, whose brevity is as rude as it is just, in the sense that there is so little time to get done all the things we would like to finish; but, thankfully, life's nightmare will be over before we can be slaughtered by night.
Sincerely
cab
