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Judith Deverell Poem
The lucid maze
Figures on to fathom
The broad pillars plied
With wisdom and there
Weep
They little know
The Pain that's there
That gave the light
And took the
Shame
To have seen
And not to know
Do they really
Understand my Father's
Rain?
He takes to give
And we call him
A thief...!!
Only those who hold on
Weep
They gain who give
Who know His rain and
Losing all in lucid maze
The light
Win!
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(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
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We are so nearly there!
For further fly all our
Cherished aspirations
Than we could ever imagine!
Our bright hopes…
Though they be only thought
And so briefly seen…
Have breath and life!
What we once conceived
Of virtue and true living
Of beauty beyond
All our fondest dreams
That which came so close…
and was so real awhile…
Went softly streaming by
Veiled in silken clouds and airy wine
We were so nearly there!
We felt the flicker of life’s wings
Living things brushed past
But reaching out to touch we lost!
Oh, had we only known then
How to enter in!
But before we knew it
The vision had slipped on by and fled us!
What, seemed possible
Was now only a dream
And the emptier we felt for having seen!
But no bright purpose is ever lost
That once has been
Truth’s star is still there!
As deep inside as it is above
Where night’s endless light is!
Our mansion is kept!
Our heart voice mapped
Upon Love’s palm our place
And the everlasting vision etched!
Out held, kind, ever offering
Love’s hand is always there!
“We always may be
what we might have been.”
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Come, the gates are open:
nothing standing in the way!
Deserts lost, hearts broken
filled full with joy again!
Truth’s heights found
in fathomless deeps:
For the land fair follows fast
upon the lowest sight
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Before glass windows sea
Before see-through eyes dust
Before love could blossom ashes
Arisen from the waves of trust
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Cast the bridges that ply the bright seas
Sweeping proud ashes beneath its streams
They go past unnoticed with hazy bent wings
And cease not to lose their footing for the light they bring
Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas
Surging lace filigrees that unloose tight seams
Passing the marbled halls their veiled voice stays
And seals up all hallow canyons left by their waves
Loosed the moonbeams on all bare shores
Bringing new aligns to our poor peppered bites
By lingering light the heated wealth lies taken
And all peoples’ hoarded gain by revelation lies forsaken
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As only a bottle opened
Can be filled again spilled!
So only the book burnt
Can be written anew lost!
For how can I be found anew
Unless I am first lost?
As how can I be poured again
Unless I am first spilled?
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Clouds follow stars
In filmy coverings of flesh
Hope bringing his own content
To harbours steeped in everlasting peace.
Whither fly the sparrow
From your altars buried deep
Conflagrations of incense expand there
Following before to keep your faltering flight
Where will I find
The sum of a sparrow lost
Floating on strings that through
God’s dust will change in pulling her along
Hushed the brave sleep
And there fulfill their frail song
Then will they come to him and fall
Helped in each descending stair to rest in peace
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"Shall I hold back my hand
from the rose,
because of the thorn?"
But the carpet is red
that bears the feet of them
that have trodden down the grapes;
Laid before those
who held not back from life
because of death! ...
It is better to dare than hide!
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Far runs the river
that takes its willing captives
speechless
Upon all high hills
their sacrament
of peace
Past crimson halls and lost voices
poured from veiled altars
that were buried deep
Yet onward ever onward
will she sweep them all
away!
Until the fall of every hill
breaks through the bar of ages
and sets them free
Then past from floundering awhile
the captives leap
they understand
And let all their broken dreams
fall through their fingers
like sand
Yet loosed from every hold
these shattered hopes
then find their several voices
Till transformed above,
their selfish selves forsaken,
their sound is heard!
And love’s comprehending captives
made transparent by the stream
speak out life’s hidden truth
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