The lament of the soul in a period of desolation, as she gives vent to the anguish she feels from the void within and the vanity in the world without; yet in faith she remains steadfast with that secret joy of God, as she waits in hope for the visitation of the Holy Spirit to mystically resurrect her soul into a fresh sanctity.
|The Lamentation of the Prophet Jeremiah over Jerusalem|
In soul's vast space,
In chasm deep and hollow
Where lays the heart numb and still,
With worn strings like old cello;
I feel a void
Expand and grow, that strangles
The flora of my passions,
S'that in desert mind travels
As poor lost fool
Whom seeks to quench thirst but can't;
For waters fresh he finds not.
And dazed is my being as plant
Scorched by sun's heat;
Thus faint is my flesh and blank
And blind is my reason's mind,
S'that along dark wat'ry bank
I crawl like snail
With half-crushed shell of trample.
Yet move naught an inch do I,
For there I lie as damsel
Left there for dead;
And indeed with corpse-coldness,
And stuffed with death's straw-boredom
I stand as though I'm soulless
In world's bleak field,
As scarecrow that scares no crow
Except myself; but away
I can't fly to escape though,
But I don't need
To fly far away in fear;
Nor seek world's vain breath to live
As if lower toys could cheer.
For here I wait
'Till my lover comes to give
Her breath in kiss, which will quench
My lips and cause me to live.
24th January, 2015.