i shall arise

“Sometimes the worst thing that happens to you, the thing you think you    
can’t survive… it’s the thing that makes you better than you used to    
be.”—Jennifer Weiner, Fly Away Home    
     
so many, many stars:    
eyes of the skies that search the twilight night!    
they know not scars or wars,    
although the space between them seems so tight.    
     
o splashing, dashing sea:    
how many drops of water does it take    
to set full free your glee,    
when thrusting river, stream, and brook, and lake    
     
come flowing, lowing, down    
to empty all their treasures at your feet?    
and can you drown the frown    
from every face, life’s living make upbeat,    
     
for lowly, poly folk    
who drench their bodies in your cooling balm?    
o endless, hemless cloak    
that covers hill and vale with verdant psalm,    
     
what secret, sacred songs    
you whisper to the ears of man and beast!    
my poor heart, sore heart, longs    
of your sweet symphonies to make a feast;    
     
for many, many men    
chase artful visions and elusive peace,    
their aching, quaking yen    
unsated by a world of prejudice.    
     
weep i, sleep i, at last,    
upon your promises yet unfulfilled;    
when haze of days has passed,    
i shall arise to join earth’s Golden Guild.    
     
© Copyright 2024 August 31    
by Clyve A. Bowen♫