Weekly Poems: A Poem About Seraphim and More
Posted: Wednesday, June 10, 2009
by Nicholas Gordon
http://www.poemsforfree.com
SOMEWHERE THERE ARE SERAPHIM
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing night and day
Ecstatically, eternally,
In their seraphic way.
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing songs of praise
To God, Who sits upon His throne
In glory as they gaze.
Somewhere there are seraphim,
Trillions, quintillions strong,
A masterful mass madrigal
Arising from the throng.
Singing each its part.
Where? Why here! Can't you hear?
Deep within the heart.
JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL IS A TIME OF YEARNING
Junior high school is a time of yearning
For what's ahead and what is left behind:
Neither child nor adult, but burning
Unrestrained with love and fear combined.
Now that we must leave, we have the pleasure
Of moving one step nearer who we are,
Knowing that we lose the equal treasure,
Bit by bit, of leaving dreams ajar.
How lucky we have been this awkward moment,
Shifting from the shade into the sun,
To have this school as our communal parent,
Guiding us as well as you have done!
More than skills improved or knowledge gained
Are intellects inspired and gifts unchained.
LOVE WAS NOT ENOUGH FOR US
Love was not enough for us,
Though we were much in love.
We started down the well-worn path,
But it was not to be.
Delight was not enough for us,
Nor tenderness that moved
Through years of angry dissonance
Towards some dark, bitter sea.
Our differences were far too great,
Our lives too far apart.
We didn't like each other much,
But put that truth aside
Until one day it was too late
To reignite the heart.
One told the other, who agreed
At last that it had died.
But then, ah, then! we felt our loss
As unremitting pain,
As deep and inconsolable,
Unbearable regret.
And all alone we had to cross
That desert once again
That we might know that we had loved
Too much to soon forget.
THERE IS IN FRIENDSHIP JUST A BIT OF EDEN
There is in friendship just a bit of Eden,
Harboring our early innocence,
Acting out of pleasure in our pleasure,
Not calculating cost or recompense,
Knowing the abundance that we breed in.
Your friendship is a book that I may read in,
Opening a truth I cannot measure
Unless it be with signs or sacraments.
HANDS ARE A BOND BETWEEN FATHER AND SON
Hands are a bond between father and son,
A tool that one teaches the other to use,
Needing to pass on the passion, or lose
Doing what long generations have done:
Sowing the seeds of what they have begun.
A FATHER'S FIANCEE
A father's fiancee is
An intended mother.
More than two are joined
This day in joy.
Though two may blossom
By the winged boy's fountain,
Other flowers are watered
By that love.
HOLD WITHIN YOUR ARMS A SUN
Hold within your arms a sun
And let it smile and wish you well.
Play with it, and when you're done,
Put it where you'll never tell.
Your sun will smile just for you,
Being yours, and yours alone,
Inside your palace, out of view,
Resting in a place unknown.
The sun we wish for you is bright,
Happy doing what suns will:
Daring to hold off the night
As loves and dreams your future fill,
Your cares caress and sorrows still.
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