Sabbath Poems: I

Life has been full of changes.

One is a deep desire to write again. After being thoroughly inspired by Berry's A Timbered Choir, I decided to take time to practice my writing on the Sabbath each week.

This comes out of my own deep anguish over changes and loss in life. Roxy and I are facing many changes in the next months, and have faced many in the past months. I'll let the poem speak for itself.

How can human life, in living time remain
in endless flux, changeless change the only
straighened roundabout? Yet we must walk, and obtain
our way. But now, how not to be lonely?

A child's little childhood, passing, yet barely born
to an endless progression, its awaiting disparate fate;
and the warmth of friendship, dispersed, adorned
only now with memory - so we hold, groan, and wait.

Now.
We in this turbulent world long to, must reach out, grasp
signposts of another, His life given for ours -
and returned: all fleeting put to flight in one flash
the promise borne anew sprouts, shoots, flowers

and though goes to seed, stays ever the same
to be held in love, grateful. The signs
which accompany us - as I-thou we become - though in pain,
hopeful, planted, watered. In seeking do we find.