POETRY
Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:27 am
Homage A Spinrad, by Charles Carreon
Now I sit outside again,
the Void lights twinkling,
While the faithful worship inside,
I'm thinking of the distances, the space
Between the stars.
With bowed head I cannot see
the splendor of the Night,
With lips so busy with prayer,
I cannot listen to the chilly reminder
of the darkness, the brisk night wind
That whips along my cheek.
No rebellion contra orthodoxy
feeds my alienation,
Only need for silence
and meditation. May I onward
endlessly pursue the unerring
Trajectory of the True.
11/28/87
Now I sit outside again,
the Void lights twinkling,
While the faithful worship inside,
I'm thinking of the distances, the space
Between the stars.
With bowed head I cannot see
the splendor of the Night,
With lips so busy with prayer,
I cannot listen to the chilly reminder
of the darkness, the brisk night wind
That whips along my cheek.
No rebellion contra orthodoxy
feeds my alienation,
Only need for silence
and meditation. May I onward
endlessly pursue the unerring
Trajectory of the True.
11/28/87