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I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
I am your husband, but you turn away.
I am the captive, but you do not free me,
I am the captain but you will not obey.
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I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
I am the city where you will not stay.
I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me,
I am that God to whom you will not pray.
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I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
I am your lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
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I am your life, but if you will not name me,
Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.
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- by Charles Causley -
8 comments:
Lovely... and is that you Dimitri serenely practicing yoga by the seaside?
Wonderful words,
Causley was not a Christian poet, but rather one of great compassion and appeal. The demons seem to lift in his Poetry from wartime experiences, his father invalided and prematurely died as consequence of involvement WW1 and Causey himself in WW2 in the navy. He regarded his life thereafter as survivors leave.
Hi poetry I think makes us think to think in a spirit of compassion.
I wish it was me Tina. I could use some sunlight.
I guess it is me too Amber. But the sadness seems to win last days. Have a great Sunday too.
He must have been one brave but tormented person Lindsay.
Hmm, interesting! The poem resembles a lot to one I had once posted by Rolf Jacobsen, "Guardian Angel".
It starts like this:
I am the bird that flutters against your window in the morning,
and your closest friend, whom you can never know,
blossoms that light up for the blind...
Beautiful photo, Dimitri.
Mmmm, very deep.
We are all evolved startdust, so we are all of the sun.
"I am that God to whom you will not pray". Ra, as much as Christians have tried to have him delegated to myth, is present in the Bible as Light, hence is still God, eh? As is "Amen", too.
*stardust
Have you heard of Perusa? Very interesting, too, since science now appears to be saying the basic concepts of perusa are how the universe may in fact work.
I've looked it up Zee, it's wonderful indeed:
Guardian Angel
I am the bird that knocks at your window in the morning
and your companion, whom you cannot know,
the blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier’s crest above the forests, the dazzling one
and the brass voices from cathedral towers.
The thought that suddenly comes over you at midday
and fills you with a singular happiness.
I am one you have loved long ago.
I walk alongside you by day and look intently at you
and put my mouth on your heart
but you don’t know it.
I am your third arm and your second
shadow, the white one,
whom you don’t have the heart for
and who cannot ever forget you.
Thx Lisa (but not mine)
Never heard of Perusa Kat. Darn, now I have to investigate ;-)
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