Truth Received

Inspired by Andrew Marvel

 

At my back I always hear

Time's winged chariot hurrying near

And often find, I sit a-waiting

With bated breath, my soul escaping.

Transfix the heavens, high above.

Escape this earth, fly as the dove

To ancestral bodies, yearn the mortals,

The only escape lies in death's portals.

The endless reach for which I seek,

The gateless doors… I'm far too meek

To raise my voice to thyne above,

To beg forgiveness, resign my love.

I want not answers, just a clue…

I'm still alive yet I seek only you.

There is no fire I would not bear,

Or to stormy weather keep my share.

My strife though life is not in vain!

I throw the gauntlet; [and] curse thy name.

For with those whom have once seen

Have naught in this life left to glean,

But only Gaia's purgatory, to thus be saved;

And continue on through the ethereal haze.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here,

The life you have lived has drawn its wick near

To the bottom of the chasm… the flame, it flickers

[and] in one fell swoop the end it sputters.

The wax is gone; there is no more.

Be purpose served, the rest is lore.

The mist parts but there is no light,

Blackness ere the end never shines so bright.

 

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

This is absolutely lovely and reads as it were written hundreds of years ago, which isn't an easy thing to pull off. A wonderful story you have woven from that line which inspired you. Great job.

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

This is a unique and profound piece and a very interesting read. I thought You did an excellent job on this
it ryhmed pefectly and the flow was well suited to the piece. You make the choice to curse God I assume
for a woman. The guntlet being thrown. There is no light without eternal life I would say that the mistake is in cursing God I believe that true love is powerful but I don't think true love ever dies as God is all about love I feel he made it that way. still this is an amazing piece.
Debby