Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-06-30 11:56:13
Hey again, Troisnyx here, now writing as one of the Writers' Guild.
I observed a voluntary abstinence period from the forums until "end of June", and today, well, is the end of June. Now Guild members are encouraged to make good their participation by 1) recruiting others into the Guild, or 2) submitting pieces of writing to the forums, or 3) I forget how else.
So, today, I'm gonna make my first attempt as a Guildswoman to post my work here. Now, a fair warning about the stuff I put up: some may be story-like and easily read by others, some are very personal and I feel just a little nervous about sharing them. This one in particular is personal, and speaks of times where I used to drum in the silence of the night, alone in my room, often as prayer and as a means of carrying on when all comforts around me seemed to fail.
Not sure what else to say except... here goes.
A Drummer's Prayer in the Silence of the Night
Silent tears flow from my eyes
as heart is all but cowed to sighs
amidst the stillness of the night
when daytime strength is put to flight;
when all the world is lulled to sleep,
and owls by dreamers' bedsides keep
a solemn vigil, while unheard
and no mouth stirs to rouse a word,
there comes a thumping in the air
that breaks through darkness and despair,
that rises up as heartfelt prayer
to which no utt'rance can compare--
Hands start their dance upon the skin
To wake the soldier deep within
the inner chambers of the soul
while sacred light comes to console
this wretched woman's weary heart.
And staying there, never to part,
it calms the spirit's stormy spell
and tells me that all will be well.
And still this beat upon the drum
inspires my being to overcome
the mountains that no soul has crossed,
the battles I considered lost--
as thunderous roll turns into flame
consuming all my pride and shame
I look into His eyes and see
how lovingly He looks on me.
Sometimes I sing a battle cry
when voice grows soft and tears run dry--
but heart and drum and voice unite
and demons' shadows put to flight.
I march upon a battlefield
with heav'nly comforts for my shield,
while forth I go to enemy lines.
Still undeterred by dragons' spines
and breath of stone from basilisks,
this feeble coil now takes the risks
of starting free from past disgrace,
while drumming hands set marching pace.
My tears now lose their bitterness:
His sacred hand rests here to bless
my off'ring at the end of day
as pains and sorrows melt away.
The drumming stops, and now I lay
Upon my bed and softly say
how much I need Him, through the night,
to cloak me in His radiant light.
He sings a gentle lullaby
while all past guilt is left to die
and new hope cleans me as a spring,
while I lose hold of everything
and bid the world good night, God bless
and sleep in peaceful tenderness.
And as I drift into my dreams
I chance upon a sign that seems
unreal beyond the human mind,
yet leaving all my cares behind,
I look upon my drum and see--
but what is this, how can this be?
I find engraved upon the frame
a solemn promise with my name:
"For I will never leave your side.
Your cares and woes in Me confide,
and every day brings things unknown
that you will need not face alone."
Heaving naught but breath and sigh
I pray the day may come where I
forget the joys of earth below
in paradise,where flowers grow
and every secret comes to light
and darkness banish'd out of sight;
where goodness, with its joyous strains
is music to the saints' refrains
while hearts resound as thumping drums
to signal that His kingdom comes
and angels pick the harp and lyre
while clothed in bliss and loving fire
for God and all humanity,
so be it through eternity!