chant of lament

how long, O Lord,
will we follow foolishness
pursue perverse rank rebellion
flounder in personal darkness?

how long, O Lord,
will we ignore garden plan
where life was very good with
all creation in perfect balance?

how long, O Lord,
must we use, abuse, misuse
ourselves, each other, the earth’s
precious children, gentle creatures?

how long, O Lord,
till you quiet our restless souls
long enough to listen to your words
of beauty, love, grace, and truth?

how long, O Lord,
till our pride is humbled, our
grip on wealth’s power loosened
and we find satisfaction in You alone?

image from Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Meeting at dVerse poets’ pub to chant with Bjorn today…

time winds down

Challenge at CDHK to “distill” the following poem by Tagore:

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord [LORD].
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.

© Rabindranath Tagore, Endless Time

(see my “distillation” below in tanka form)

endless time

“Endless Time”

trace curved flow of hours

marked by celestial bodies

— our minutes’ limits —

seek face of eternal LORD

above / beyond track of time

 

© lynn__