There are no words one chance may say
That work to melt the pain away
True, words are meant to help us cope
Once truth has gone, there’s only hope.
Perhaps hope stretches with each smile
And keeps one safe a little while
Perhaps a prayer, perhaps a few
Will garner strength to follow through.
Keep dreaming of God’s charity
Whate’er we need, it’s there, it’s free !
The walls are sterile, antiseptic clean
The floors are silent mopped by hands unseen
The night is long and chill and strangely stark
As tip toe feet cross these halls in the dark.
There is one thought that quickly flashes by
This is a place where few prepare to die
The air is still, but hear the humming sound
As thousands of machines do all surround.
Here nurses try to understand slurred speech
Dealing kindly with parts of pain’s release
Pray time does rapid heal without delay
As some won’t live to see another day !
The night is long it’s dark and cold
The dreams we’ve dreamt have all grown old
A burst of air rushed through the door
Life’s covers slipt onto the floor.
What would I give to capture youth
Well I’m not sure, to tell the truth
Perhaps nought’s left to grant me strength
Or add to life a greater length.
I think that we each must decide
How long or short will be the ride !
Tis harsh to think that all I’ve done
Returns to me as one by one
Each injured ligament or bone
Calls out to me and not by phone
But loud and clear I hear my name
I’d rather do without this fame.
My body creaks, each inch an ache
Sometimes I think I’m gonna’ break
Oh how I wish that I’d been smart
And taken care to do my part
To keep my body free from harm
Protect my shoulders, back and arms.
I wish I hadn’t fallen down
Thank God I managed not to drown
There is no message I can give
I can’t advise you how to live
Except to tell you this today
For what we’ve done we’re bound to pay !
Oh Lord, I truly cannot bear the ugliness of war
I have not seen the benefit of what a war is for !
Sometimes a special sound will bring to mind
Forgotten memories we’ve left behind
Or carry on the fragile scented air
Images of those times no longer there.
Reminders rising from some hidden past
Into this world unfeeling and aghast
And there without our understanding why
Refusing still to fade or say goodbye !
The maladies of age are such
They rend us tender to the touch
How difficult our days become
This is not some great prize we’ve won.
Perhaps tis just we’re wearing out
Old bones begin to creak and shout
As like some aged trees we sight
We hold the dampness of the night.
The cold repelling off our skin
Is like a thief who slithers in
It seems the comfort age requires
Comes with the warmth of old hearth fires !
Long time ago and faraway
I dreamt a dream one special day
That someone real would come my way
And when it happened that we met
Twas such a thrill much like kismet
I felt we were on track and set !
Dreams may not be all that they seem
Perhaps pure fluff with lots of steam
I hoped we were on the same team,
Who knew what changes would be made
Or if some foolish game was played
Sad in the end when dreams just fade !
Throughout our history we’ve learned
That words are more than image earned
From Cain’s admonishment reply,
“I know not”, that was his deny.
“Am I my brother’s keeper ?” so
From that day hence God made him go
Into the land of Nod went he
To live and raise his family.
( The first lie serpent spoke to Eve
“Ye shall not die”, and she believed
Alas, her true naivety
Willed us our real heredity ! )
The lonely night envelopes me
In magic arms I cannot flee
While darkness keeps me company
My thoughts are at capacity !
The silence echoes in my room
Invading its pervasive gloom
That wears the dolour of a tomb
Be gone, thou wicked silent doom !
Though life is never always grim
There are those climes some wallow in
When all we are does fade and dim
Our prayer must be, do not give in !
Most times I can disguise the pain
But there are days I truly fail
My efforts are too much a strain
And strength can be of small avail !
To help myself I keep in stride
I’m busy with a batch of things
My many hours are occupied
In silliness and smatterings !
Sometimes I find the pain subsides
When e’er I get my faith involved
God’s peace and calm with me abides
And by His grace my pain’s dissolved !
My memories are haunted by
Some faces seen with my mind’s eye
These persons from the distant past
True images that ever last
They’re so clear now I want to touch
I’m sad because I’ve missed them much !
How can it be aft all these years
That my heart’s full of unshed tears
What I would give for just once more
Their oldtime step at my front door !
Some souls get locked into infinity
Their long goodbyes lost to obscurity !
I like to watch the daylight bloom
Its rays illuminate my room
For who is there bathed in the mist
Upon the walls that moonlight kissed ?
The thought that love will melt away
Beyond the veils of yesterday
While those who tame the heart and mind
Truly believe love is unkind !
There are no rules, no precedent
To help us learn to circumvent
Life’s simple foils or great mistake
None can afford the last heartbreak !
We do not know, we cannot see
What is the cost of victory,
The war we waged was so much more
What would it take to life restore ?
The years have gone, what used to be
Has changed the path of destiny
There is no way left to explain
The loss of life, the futile pain !
Be sure that wars are endless grief
From which there seems no real relief
We thought it might soon fade away
Not now or next ten thousand days !
The dark of night envelopes me in clouds of pain I
cannot bear
Pain that’s like an old companion whose ugly fashion
I won’t wear
Or bow beneath its will to tame me or yoke me
in its wide scope
I’m not a hostage in its grasp who’s doomed
to suffer without hope
I’ll fight the way that God has shown
with prayers of faith that my lips sing
While angel arms save and guard me
and carry me upon their wing.
There are times the sadness of this life is overbearing
While our days are spent without the hope of ever sharing
Such a painful thought of never truly comprehending
Why and if there is to be a simpler happy ending.
Those cherished values scorned by raving heretics amused
Hold faithful to a code that waits discarded and abused.
These unsung heroes thus having forged our destiny
Awaken from the sleep that took them to eternity
Engaging in a task so powerful it never ceases
Leaving us employed in scooping up the tattered pieces.
Waves of all the talents that marked our yesterdays
By those who earned the right to claim a share of glory’s praise,
“ Fidelity” a word once hopeless lost among the rules
Now challenged by this useless cadre of important fools !
Lengths of joy are shortened and trickle day by day
Into time’s labyrinth that flushes fast away,
Precious time fleeing waits on no man’s pensive moods
To bear reward of little calm, brief interludes,
Little need pursuing its worth, for truth obsessed
And selfish, begging pleasant days with love caressed.
But man has goalless aims and even lesser fight,
Woebegone fantasies forcing knowledge to flight,
Working manners that scorn consistency somehow
And lack of conscience as regards the here and now,
Rigid standards to conform without compassion,
Ignoring elements that are love’s just ration,
Then after helpless crying, wailing loud complaint
Whither have flown enchanted days without restraint.
How shallow can cling those endearing emotions,
When taken for granted, like steadfast devotions.
Yet tensile can be love that wanes and fades away
For even rocky gorges with pressure will decay,
And battles of the mind with futile gain compared
Do rage in fury, and restless find love despaired,
For even witless passion exists with some accord
Though depth and breadth, a greater tolerance afford.
But can love turn away and never blink an eye,
Not so, but pain enduring will instinct deny,
Wary heart seek its freedom no matter the cost,
Fidelity completely forsaken and lost.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 