Poem - The Glass Darkly by Donnie Lamon

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Donnie Lamon

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- The Glass Darkly

The Glass Darkly

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by Donnie Lamon

THE GLASS DARKLY
Life's intangible mystery,
Groping wildly through history,
Obscured in dark soliquay,
I search with lighted lantern.

Crawling through painted dreams,
On night's unraveling canvas seams.
Reality like sunlight beams
Falls into this cistern.

Like puzzle pieces scattered out,
The corner pieces lie without.
'Tis maddening, this restless bout,
To piece this thing together.

Night or day, I can't discern.
All I learn, I then unlearn.
Hot is cold, and cold doth burn,
And yesterday is forever.

Screaming from a voiceless throat,
Time stops as if to gloat.
A cacophony of silent notes
Disrupts the air before me.

In this cold, dark prism lie,
Groping, flailing, there go I.
From wall to wall, from low to high,
I live this wretched story.

Life's intangible mystery,
Groping wildly through history,
Obscured in dark soliquay,
I search with lighted lantern.

Crawling through painted dreams,
On night's unraveling canvas seams.
Reality like sunlight beams
Falls into this cistern.

Sudden then, the lid doth crack,
And I recoil, taken aback,
But reaching through the space unslacked
A strong malfigured hand.

And grasping now, my hand doth yearn.
To what the end I can't discern,
But for a flux my heart doth burn,
On some new ground to stand.

The gentle hand pulls me through,
And sets me on some space anew
A sky that seems a brighter hue
Cushions a realer sun.

A realer world, indeed is this,
Tangibility seems a brighter bliss,
The mystery of life's cloudy mist
In one clear sight undone.

The hand's voice a sweetened song,
Says, Here's what you've waited long,
To see the world where you belong.
Your world has just been born.

And child-like, laughing, crying I,
With trembling voice and twinkling eye,
Bade my bridled thoughts goodbye,
Astonied thoughts adorned.

So many things I've often wondered.
So many dreams of life I've plundered,
So many heights I've set asunder.
I began with baited breath.

The voice, so calm assured me then,
This was a realer, deeper zen.
The trek of knowledge now begins.
Life, afterlife, after death.

And then, dream-like he showed to me,
The technicolor of reality.
And unraveled the great mystery,
Of enigmas now and gone

The utero glee of life regained,
Shed the chains of life's disdain,
And paradise a child attained,
The joy of being home.

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