Onward to the best not spoken,
When every vestige of pride becomes a prayer –
And the sadness of God is manifested
In the emancipation of collective doubt.
For this is destiny, prescribed and guided
Along the silken roads to glory –
Such is talk, as whispered in the shadows
O’er these lush and never-ending meadows,
Rolling long between the valley and the sea –
Where great machines adjoined in harvest
And the conflagrated ancient forests
Are rarely seen.
What is this man who’s looking back
From a rainbow-slickened oil reflection
As we walk along a wounded shore?
Go ye to the best not spoken,
In that place of texture, love, and compassion –
To His open arms that wait eternally.
In the liberation of dreams once repressed,
In an overdue confession –
Onward to the silver roads of glory.
Such is love, this field of thorny roses,
By the great river - onward, onward she courses;
When every soul becomes a crimson petal
Released to the mercy of the blowing breeze –
To drift along the winding valley
Across a mystery.
I am not a religious person but this was so beautiful and made me feel as if I was sitting listening to an old-time gospel preacher....It was very touching.
I find some really inspired language, especially in the last stanza. For some reason, I don't yet get a clear picture from the first lines. If you have time, I'd love a note explaining your title to (possibly, very dense) me. I can understand if you don't have time. God be with you over there on this Veterans Day and all days!
Max Reif, thank you for your kind words. 'Best Not Taken' is a poem that you must intellectually power yourself through. It will mean something different to each reader, which is the style and context in which it was written. Regards, KAV
I especially love the last four lines.... beautiful imagery and prose. Thanks
I especially love the last four lines.... beautiful imagery and prose. Thanks
walk along the wounded shore leading to silken roads and silver roads of glory touched my heart with an elevated feeling
I am an avowed athiest. But you manage to put your beliefs over in a beautiful way: your choice of words; the structure. This is a rare example of perfection. With respect Denis Joe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very intellectual poem. love this kelly.