Gothic Castle Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Castle of ruins – yet dreams of continued birth!
Though part by part fall every now
And then
The dreams like the mists round it
Rise and rise
And multiply as humans multiply

O! that we humans, we in the least
As this Gothic castle!
At least what we lose on one side
Would on the other be gained and
More, more than gained, my Monsignor!

How thunder vibrates in your roots,
Gothic castle of foundations
Ancient as ancient roots,
Despite
The general dilapidation, yet,
Yet
Holding grimly in the mother Earth.

We too,
We humans must hold on to our roots,
Not
In the general revels of evolution
Our heads grow so much
That we lose hold on our roots.


Who loses
Holds on his roots will slide slow
At first
Then deeper down and faster:
So with us humans:
To this we will be condemned.

Therefore humans let us amend;
Let us look at nobility in the face
Let a percentage always be conserved
Of the old ancient past that
Of all evolution root strong be must.

Falter not human, as the Gothic castle
Be:
See how many tempests, how many
Nights when thundering tore
The Earth and ripped the trees
And yet
The Gothic castle still stood grim
With white face yet brave
In that wild feast of lighting,
Orchestra
Light that comes and goes, so fearful!

You too, human
Must read and must act.
To read and no to act be not enough;
It will increase the pain
It will increase the resentment
When the moment of collapse comes.

Therefore human and Gothic castle
Be as one:
Even in the shrouds and ghosts
That come at night to mourn and
To lament:
Then with them in one general call
Your cry to heaven will rise
A call of Justice to the Earth
And a new Dawn that will soon come
Tempests that abate
Peace, Dawn, Day that come!