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Oct. 25th, 2005
Lament for the first things
Oct. 25th, 2005 06:50 pmLament for the first things
See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away. –Revelation 21: 3b-4 (NRSV)
I weep for the passing of those things, for the many faceted tears that bathe humanity, living beyond the moment in the veins of memory and the notes of the song. Where is the dawn without the dark?
I fear the ages. What is a day that never ends? Brief mortals we are born, born to passion and fear, courage and intensity, regret which gives birth to joy. Give me not diamonds, dead to time and love. Give me tears on familiar skin, give me pain and foolishness and silence. Give me not ages of beauty for free. Give me gemstones from the dust, ugliness to shape and form, mediocrity to polish and shine.
What price trust without hurt? What price love without fear?
Where is striving when all is fulfilled? What purpose then existence?
I will not walk in golden paths. These pavements are grimy, this city dirty. These streets are littered with the debris thrown out- cigarette stubs, bottle caps, plastic bags, the forgotten ones huddled in doorways and under bridges. I walk amongst a throng unseeing, uncaring; see and forget to care.
Where goes honour, where goes justice, when all is set right?
Sentence me no more to happiness, with nothing to see and no reason to care. Allow me still brevity and compassion, allow me beauty and laughter.
Give me tears, and give me reason to cry.
See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away. –Revelation 21: 3b-4 (NRSV)
I weep for the passing of those things, for the many faceted tears that bathe humanity, living beyond the moment in the veins of memory and the notes of the song. Where is the dawn without the dark?
I fear the ages. What is a day that never ends? Brief mortals we are born, born to passion and fear, courage and intensity, regret which gives birth to joy. Give me not diamonds, dead to time and love. Give me tears on familiar skin, give me pain and foolishness and silence. Give me not ages of beauty for free. Give me gemstones from the dust, ugliness to shape and form, mediocrity to polish and shine.
What price trust without hurt? What price love without fear?
Where is striving when all is fulfilled? What purpose then existence?
I will not walk in golden paths. These pavements are grimy, this city dirty. These streets are littered with the debris thrown out- cigarette stubs, bottle caps, plastic bags, the forgotten ones huddled in doorways and under bridges. I walk amongst a throng unseeing, uncaring; see and forget to care.
Where goes honour, where goes justice, when all is set right?
Sentence me no more to happiness, with nothing to see and no reason to care. Allow me still brevity and compassion, allow me beauty and laughter.
Give me tears, and give me reason to cry.