The Joy I Want… The Eternal Weight of Glory

Mourn for the lands

Sunk beneath the sea

Lost below the roiling waves

Have you heard the gulls sing?

The sad aching cry

For the beauty which few can remember

Mourn for the land

Scorched beneath the sun

Desolate as the burning sand

Have you watched the sun rise?

The stark killing light

Over the beauty which few can live through

Mourn for the stars

Flung so far away

Spinning above the shattering earth

Have you danced to the song of their light?

The soft glowing music

Of the beauty which few can embrace

Mourn for hte fire

Choked by the fog

Sputtering in the ghostly half-light

Have you breathed with the shooting sparks?

The flames’ dancing passion

For the beauty which few can plunge into

Mourn for the wind

Lost among the clouds

Wandering amidst the mountains’ spires

Have you stood in its rushing maelstrom?

The fast frightening thrill

Of the beauty which few can stare into

[This poem goes along with Lament for the Stars.  Maybe they ought to be combined, but I don't think so.  They just go together.  The influences aren't hard to name -- Lewis, Tolkien, Bryana and Raora, Chesterton... also Ereb Nan, and most particularly for "the girl who sits quietly".  Her poetry cries out to me to write, write, write, in hopes of recapturing some of what she captures.  Her prose also calls for poetry, as her laughter rises in the most unexpected times, adding delight to many a long day at school.]