Dust Unto Dust Poem by Valsa George
Dust Unto Dust
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.
The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through
A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out
There's none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life's alluring charms, the dear depart.
Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory - defunct
Its fever and fret too - extinct.
How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time's gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.
Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.'
u reminded me of emily dickinson's words this dust is gentlemen and ladies.. the grand finale of every living thing on earth... some exit with heaps of wreaths...some with not even a proper grave...some on regal carraiges..some on bony shoulders....some in silk robes..some without even shrouds.. beautiful poem valsa as usual.
Deposit of dust goes on but time and hostilities of time turn these dusts into a colorful rock and ultimately these dust become a a piece of decoration and the drawing room of life becomes more beautiful.
Congratulations. Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms Deliver us of our avarice to hoard For all that is born and made ‘Must consign to death and come to dust.'
How in vain we run after wealth The power and position we deem so great Shall come to naught within Time's gloomy vault Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
An excellent poem, Valsa! I have given it five stars!
The people who developed the new format apparently are not familiar enough with the English language, NOR the previous format, to make the new format friendly.a,
3 because it seems the new format was made, …using NO technician. I don't believe in praying. I've NOT prayed for years; NOW I MIGHT, ….because this P-H site I have come to ‘love', now is just NOT RIGHT! (December..23rd..2020) Bri ;)
2 The site now uses "WELLCOME", which isn't the correct spelling. I used "breath" above; P-H used "breathe". I feel like YELLING! There's so much that is NOW wrong with it; we NEED a magician, Cont.
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6/2/2023 6:14:22 AM # 1.0.0.1113
A creative piece with unsparing truths about the inevitable but all in all... 'Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms Deliver us of our avarice to hoard For all that is born and made ‘Must consign to death and come to dust.' Masterful. Thanks