A Song of Ascents (Part I)
I am for peace and am a man of peace,
But when I speak the other men are
For violence and blood; they never cease.
They lay in wait with weapons of war
For the innocent souls of the kings.
So, I do not dance when the choir sings,
But I lift my eyes up to the hills;
As my tribe goes up on the eagles’ wings
Above storms to silence, my soul stills
With him who never sleeps nor slumbers,
Though like sand I see countless numbers
Of enemies on my left and right.
I am hunted, but the mountain climbers
The hands and feet that are set to fight;
Yet, they all thrive for the death of me.
These same wicked joined hands to agree,
Saying, “We plowmen shall plow up his back.”
They made their furrows long for all to see,
Then stole my brothers and all they did lack;
Thus, in anguish of soul I did weep
Sowing in tears, but in joy I’ll reap,
Doubtless to return bringing my sheaves
Grown from precious seed instead of sleep.
I’ll restore again what I took not as theives -
With God is love and full redemption.
Yet, again lifting eyes with no exemption
Of heart in hands, I cried til the morrow
That He, “for vengence of contempt, shun
Us not!” I ate this vain bread of sorrow,
For he provides in sleep for his own.
Still, I rose early and went forth alone,
And again in straits, I sat up late
And poured out my heart; my soul did groan
Til I saw their eyes, now calmed I wait;
Like a weaned child with its mother,
So, I rest in God and not another
And am not concerned with former matters.
I considered my God unlike other
Alien gods that nature batters,
For idols are the workings of men.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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