World's Havoc

So far away back, so very far,

How can I communicate with you?

The evanescence of true feeling

Vanishes as it is resurrected.

Is there return through the years?

I look at my sleeping children with tenderness,

I kiss the brow of the wise, sleeping boy,

I look at the strong, small, sleeping daughter.

It is mysteriously, infinitely wordless;

I think my parents may have touched me so.

The deepest bonds are invisible, incalculable,

Unassimilable; what is left of the deepest truth,

The purest love, the most sacrificial, most human,

In the subtle decry of time?

So far back, so very far, nothing,

Is there nothing, time, nothing at all?

Pain plays his snake-like wriggle,

Death strikes his mandolin.

I have had a hand in this business.

Time is the common lot. O let not

The strong bonds be broken, but they are broken.

Let not change destroy us, but it does.

Here in the midst of the mystery

I do not like this pity sweeping over me.

So far back are my roots, they are so dark,

Is there communication with the source?

I knock on the night. I talk in the day.

Folly is our measure, imperfection our stature.

Thou Lord of Grace, give me insight,

Lead me to the heavenly fields of light.

There is a kingdom of bright dews,

A radiant atmosphere of bliss

Where love is inevitable reality.

There to dwell in endless imagination!

And there, like children on the shore,

To revel in time's ecstasy!

There to assess Satan's blasphemy

That broke the vision. We shall be forgiven.

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