Monday, April 15, 2013

A Walk with Tennyson

The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.

(“All Things Will Die”, 1872, Alfred Tennyson)

A troubled soul burdened with cares and woes,
Dear Alfred, why do you lament so?
In brighter mood, yesteryear you did say:

Nothing will die;
All things will change
Through eternity...
The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
("Nothing Will Die”, 1871, Alfred Tennyson)

Emotions flicker and falter,
Reflections of our vanity.
A noble spirit freed of self
bathes in light of infinity.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

One Previous Moment

Words deduce
images seduce
ripples rend Self.
Mind shifts and sieves
senses be calmed.
the soul tranquility embalmed
this precious moment achieves.