ENOCH JOHN Poems

Majestic scenes of idyllic beauty conjugating shadows,
And dots on a verdant scape, painted as a renaissance master,
The wisps of smoke, curling a greyish path of destiny,
As wafted as a feather on a thin evening breeze,
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Who would have thought
That one so young
Would hold on her shoulders
Such responsibility
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Dawn, sweet communion with man
The sky an upturned mirror
Of the world, the white cirrus clouds
As people dancing in silent meditation
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In the solemn deep I hear
Echoes of distant memories
That stir in my breast anew
And rekindle that flame azure.
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In a moment
it's gone.
Just like a whisper
Or a silent prayer;
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Today we can hear the wind's elation as we give thanks,
For even though there might have been rough patches,
And some days we might have grown pusillanimous,
Yet, it is a day to give thanks from the mountains to the crowded esplanades,
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I am, I was, I'll be
a man for all seasons.

Thru thick and thin
and floods and anxieties,
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Think of the patriarch Jacob travailing thru the night with an angel,
Of David's penitence after he had taken Bathsheba from her spouse,
And of the many saints of old whose life came to epitomise prayer.
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Your life in preview, a blank page of nothingness?
Your life in preview, a voluminous book of achievement,
Or what then is the road you would travel,
In this time in this day of a billion opportunities?
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Awake Aurora! Awake sweet Aurora of the morning dew,
Before sun's timorous rays have come, sweet Aurora,
Darling of the morning, darling of the morning dew.
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