Act 1: Twilight
Cacophony—
Like a jolt of jaggedness,
It throws its bolts of cragged crepe.
And nowhere is there
Rest for me; nowhere
Except Here—
I believe, Yeshua! Help my unbelief.
Act 2: Midnight
Unfaithfulness—
Like a ragged wrench of stone,
It crunches heart; oh hideous blow.
But is there, somewhere,
Rest for me? Everywhere
I search for hope, meaning—
Oh God, please God! Help me.
Act 3: Sunrise
Revivification—
Like a morning’s radiant song,
It bursts my heart and frees my lungs.
No longer, darkness, be
My pains! Hope is
Here; oh, glory reigns!
Let him who has ears, listen up:
Act 4: Eternity
The Noumenal is calling!
“I am making all things new! ”
We wash our hands,
Cleanse our robes,
Dry our tears,
Follow home.
We are beggars, after all.
Sola Deo Gloria!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good. very very good use of words and thoughts. noumenal makes me think of josiah's basement. along with corporeal and metaphysical etc. ;) we are beggars. amen. -landrey