I hear the music in my head
With words not always quite as clear
Since I arise from my small bed
All full of love and void of fear.
The world around us is a joy
Its grandeur overwhelms me so
Like all the comforts we employ
With all the treasure God may show.
The length of time and how we knew
However long, His mystery
No matter now what e’er we do
None may escape life’s symphony !
The night arrives so swiftly now
The moon too soon will make its bow
Hurrah, say we, but what is there
Beyond yon tree, a blinking stare ?
Who is it there, who hides from me
Reveal yourself, so I may see
Who thinks to play a game or two
Let’s wait to see if I catch you !
Oh my, oh my, you brazen guy
You have escaped into the sky
And left me wishing that I might
Join you one day in magic flight !
The beauty of this nation that grows and flows and shows
From the heights of all its mountains o’er which our sun glows
To the depth of each valley and green of all the hills
That the heart may surely treasure as part of God’s thrills
Brings to us joyous pleasure with promises untold
Teaching simple lessons how life’s mysteries unfold !
Here from my window what do I spy
The clouds o’erhead as they float on by
Can it be the wind that makes them fly
Or our Engineer high in the sky ?
So many questions I’d like to ask
It truly is a cumbersome task
There’s too many things I need to know
Like trees and plants and flowers that grow
Or fruits and berries, all types of beans,
About life and death and what it means
There’s one more question I’ll put to you
Can you tell me why the sky is blue ?
Repeated for hundreds of years or more amongst ourselves
Are stories of the jinn and little folk, fairies and elves
Reminding us that the mystery of life is just that
Charming and enchanted tales recovered from life’s magic hat
Teaching us morals and lessons of what our lives could be
Without losing attachment to our God’s reality !
I have walked along a lonely path that leads I know not where
And found myself adrift upon a deserted thoroughfare
I have wandered in the empty fields abandoned by the flock
And trudged the way where bales of hay were stored for the winter’s stock
Now here I am alone at last close to my true destiny
And all I’ve learned and thought about is a mystery to me !
Oh Lancelot, dear Lancelot, where is it you have gone
What lost and lonely metaphor may we depend upon
Oh Lancelot, kind Lancelot, please help to make me smile
I would love to be a maiden for just a little while
And when my life is over and my fate has been resolved
I’d rise above the madness with no mystery unsolved !
There was a stranger that I’d met
I’ve often found hard to forget
A chubby chap with ruddy cheek
Whose laughing eyes through glasses peeked.
His outfit of bright red and white
Somehow escaped true fashion’s height
His wide black belt was extra length
His speech displayed great vocal strength.
I knew we’d met some place before
Perhaps in Macy’s New York store
Now that was long ago I’d bet
Some images you can’t forget !
When I stroll down beside the sea
The empty shells call out to me
I’ve wondered where their owners are
I know they could not travel far.
Were they the victims of a crime
Perhaps some mollusks from the slime
Or maybe hungry octopi
Reached out to grab them passing by.
Their homes seem to be, oh, so clean
No fingerprints left on the scene
Whatever reasons may be true
I’m glad it wasn’t me or you.
There will be danger in the waves
But who is left to do life saves,
We need a Sherlock of the sea
To solve this deep dark mystery !
If wishes had wings I’d rise and fly
Across the wilderness of the sky
To meet with the angels in the air
And follow them home to tarry there.
Now angels appear to be quite strong
I am guessing that their lives are long,
Perhaps thousands of years more or less
A great mystery I must confess.
If I have to wait too long to see
I pray they’ll keep their watch over me !
I’m not so sure that I know where
My next stop is till I get there
How will I travel I can’t say
Will it be night or early day ?
Too many questions on my mind
Who has the answers I must find,
How can I seek my destiny
If I don’t know what will it be ?
I seem quite lost and cast adrift
In need of hugs, a smile, a lift,
And question if it’s right for me
To keep chasing life’s long journey ?
For some strange reason I awoke this AM with the name NORMANDIE in my head and began a mental odyssey of a cold and windy day in February 1942. It was quite personal because the husband of my old Aunt Rose was the chief engineer of that incredible former French great lady, his name was George Clow. He left his home, his mom and sisters in Glascow, Scotland at age 14 to join the Royal Navy in the 1800’s to see the world ! Which he truly did until he retired at age 75, hash marks on his uniform clear up to his elbows ! He looked quite heroic with a chest full of medals. His tanned leathery face with laughing green eyes and rugged chiseled profile, mouth full of gold and ivory teeth, cut an impressive figure of a man not quite 5′ 6″, not to mention those colorful tattoos that wiggled ! A lovable pixie was he ! Times he would be gone for 2 years, but oh, the ecstasy as he returned laden with gifts for all, from darkest Africa to the mysterious Orient. He enthralled us with the tales of his adventures with that heavy Scottish brogue he never did lose. By the time I was 12 he had traveled the entire world nine times, sending cards from each port including Fiji and the Pitcairn Isles ! It was the 9th day of the month that this noble ship, rechristened the Lafayette, met her fate, sinking on the 10th, the death of an era and tragedy beyond belief ! We watched that NY harbor blaze from the Heights cliffs above HOBOKEN for hours, believing it was sabotage ! Today I still wonder why no one has ever attempted to tell the whole story of her life and death ! Aren’t you curious ? I am ! Sincerely, Claire B.
I looked out o’er the rooftops nigh
And spied a shining star on high
It shone so bright the whole night through
And challenged all the lore I knew.
If I had been so ever smart
It might have quelled an anxious heart
But as it is I question why
This star above is in my sky ?
Perhaps the Lord wants us to know
This universe does grow and grow
Thus pose to us this mystery
What else is there for us to see ?
The swiftly graying darkly coursing sky
Does play upon my fickle inner eye
And bares a mystery both stark and bold
That speaks to me of long lost dreams untold.
These dreams I thought had flown so far away.
Yet seeming near, had somehow lost their way.
Some fringed and faded shadows left behind
Shedding aged reflection as they unwind
What had once been I recognised anew
And purpose wrought with aim and course so true.
The passion in my heart that won’t decline
A hungry yearning that I can’t define
The dreaming in my mind that cannot fade
A hard decision that I have not made
The longing in my soul that will not wane
A quest for meaning that I’ve failed to gain.
And there among the past that wastes away
Find sad remains of yet another day
One unknown force that placed the founding stone
Has willed this legacy to us alone.
There in the night with truth possessed and sown
Who by their fruits at last shall they be known.
The journey of a sunlight’s ray dancing on the blind
Highlights the vast spectrum of crisis crowding the air
That which the naked eye at each twilight does not find
And never in its search would reason that such were there.
Much mystery, we cannot perceive as it unwinds.
Myriads of flecks emerging from we know not where
One mixed and tossed residue of varied sorts and kinds
That time in all its aspects will neither show nor share.
Somewhere beyond that haze of clouded sky
There thrive these elements that must deny
Man’s conscious drive to aimful lifetime plan
As countless hopes that drift and float and fan.
Seems useless waste within the space of time
That’s known to be the total of man’s prime,
I pause and wonder how my years are spent
Within the shadow of a life well meant.
Six billion other souls must breathe and grow
And labor same as I, yet never know
Why life is played in shadows and in shades,
All memory leaves nought as desire fades
Then move to greet the end as we all must
And join at last that final earthbound dust.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 