Saturday, December 28, 2013
Poem 013: Quartets To The Vale
I’ve come to deify you splendid dale
'Tis I your worshipper, do you recall
A lonely spirit, sensitive and frail?
Do you remember me? A roving soul!
It’s been some time since last I left you there
Outstanding as you’ve always been and will
Astounding, when you greet me, as I stare
Besotted by your greatness and His skill.
Oh everything of you is curious…
So grand, thou perfect work of perfect Art,
Who made you like Himself, so beauteous
So graceful and congenial to my heart.
Oh vale of sanctity, if you could see
How I in urban jails beweep my day
In thee alone I feel my spirit free
Free spirit! Haunt me, servitude away!
Sweet valley, my beatitude, my ease,
When I upon your shoulder take my sit
And hearken to the murmurs of your breeze
I almost apprehend the Infinite.
Whose boundless charm quickens my stagnant world,
And thereupon my life abounds in life,
With ornaments of love my soul is pearled,
And with the grace of God my heart is rife.
Whose all-embracing passionate caress
Exceeds the grandeur of maternity,
Whose balmy alpenglow allays my stress,
And grants me favor till eternity.
Behold the valley mortals! Lo! The key!
A mystery miraculous to see,
A mist, a reamy rack you list to see
But never grab, save when you cease to be!
Behold, O toiling mortals, halt and lo!
God has nothing more splendid to create,
Earth has nothing more marvelous to show
And I nothing more dear to venerate.
July 9th 1987
Topic(s) of this poem: nature