Quiet Poetry Lounge : Map of Faith

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  1. Archival

    Archival Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    It is always the map of believing,
    the white landscape
    and the shrouded farms.
    It is always the land of rememberance,
    of sunlight fractured
    in old, immovable ice.

    And always the heart,
    cloistered and southerly,
    misgives the ice,
    the drifting
    for something perplexed, and eternal.

    "It will end like this,"
    the heart will tell you,
    "it will end with frozen glacier,
    with ten thousand years
    of effacing night,

    and someday the future,
    rifting lakes and moraines,
    will find us in evidance,
    our relics the outside of history,
    but your story, whole and hallowed,
    will end
    at the vanishing edge of your hand,

    So says the heart
    in its intricate cell,
    charting with mirrors,
    the unchartable land,
    of rememberance and rivers and ice.

    This time it was different:
    the town had surrendered
    to the hooded snow,
    the houses and taverns
    were awash in the fragmented light,
    and the lake was marbled
    with unstable ice,

    as I walked through drifts
    through lulling spirits,
    content with the slate of the sky
    and the prospect of calendared spring.
    Alone to my thoughts,
    amidst a sea of white.

    "It will end like this,"
    the winter proclaimed,
    "sooner or later
    in dark, innaccessible ice,
    and you are the next one
    to hear this story,

    winter and whither
    occluding the heart,"
    And there on the mountains,
    mired by the snow
    and by vanishing faith,

    it did not seem bad
    that the winter was taking
    all light away,
    that the darkness seemed welcome
    by the last, effacing snow.

    He stood in the midst
    of frozen carriages,
    never to move again.
    In a bundle of coats
    and wool hats and mufflers

    he rummaged through the streets
    for God knows what,
    and I knew his name
    by the misty eyes,
    the dirty hands,
    and the crying soul.

    And whether the courage
    was spring in its memory,
    was sunlight in promise
    or whiskeyed shade,
    or something aligned
    beyond snow and searching.

    It was with me that moment
    as I spoke to him there,
    in my days I am thankful
    for seeing that moment
    as I spoke to the bundled
    weaver of accidents,
    the everyday man,
    on search of impossible spring.

    And so I told him,
    "the answer lies
    in the seams of the story,
    in lost recollections and prospect
    of what might always and never be."

    And there in the winter
    The first song began,
    the moon twinkled and beckoned
    on the borders of the plains,
    the coutry of snow
    resolved to the grasslands
    more brilliant and plausible.

    And the first song continued,
    through prospects of summer,
    where the promise returns
    from the vanished seed,
    where the season returns
    from forgetful deserts,

    and all the lives
    cry out to the spirit,
    "This is the map
    of believing fulfilled:
    This is the map of Faith,
    may we never lose our way again."


    --Archival
     
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    WOW!!

    A MAP TOO LIVE BY
    I AM AMAZED AND SPEACHLESS
    BUT I LOVED EVER WORD AS I READ AGAIN
    VERY NICE PIECE OF WORK U DESPLAY
    THANX:heart:
     
  3. Archival

    Archival Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks.

    Thanks RICH.

    I haven't had enough time lately to post much at all, but know in the time I do come here you and everyone else brighten my day. Hopefully I can give some of that back every so often :).

    --Archival
     
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    Welcome ~ Welcome ~ Welcome ~

    :wave: :wave: :wave:

    Welcome ~ Welcome ~ Welcome

    Archival ... this is simply beautiful
    it made me go back and search
    for more of your work
    another view of you
    i had missed a peace
    of course it too is simply beautiful

    thank you for sharing yourself w/us

    :heart:

    Destee
     
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    Archival Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks.

    Thanks Destee, I've actually been around a long time, harkening back to older afronet days. I simply don't post often, as time is very limited for me these days. Still, I come here often and enjoy what little I do get to lay my mind upon. Hopefully I give some of that back, every so often, to those who spend enough time to read me.

    Glad you found me, and I'm still glad I found you all,

    --Archival
     
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    U R

    MOST WELCOME COME AS PLEASE
    WHEN U CAN AND SHARE YA INNER
    BEINGS UPON US FORTH WE R HERE
    GLAD U HAD THIS TIME TO STOP BY
    BE LOOKING 4 YA AGAIN ......STAY UP
    STAY STRONG AND BE WISED ..........$R
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