Within the heart hath been ordained
A notion of the unexplained;
A heart that feels at home and free
In lands of myth and destiny;
A heart that wastes its precious years
And seldom sees ‘Untrodden Spheres.’
For man, his heart hath long been wrecked
And swapped for simple intellect.
Twas shattered upon a rock of sin,
Ever now to dwell within.
And floating the sea on scattered planks
It seldom sees once destined banks
Now ere’more wandering to and fro
Atop the ocean current flow.
Though tries the heart in vain to say
The meaning of its moral stray
And seeks with all to take away
The ever present slow decay,
Still never able to convey
Those feelings that will never stay.
In vain we seek to find our fate
In a world we overestimate;
In vain we seek to make things last
In a world where all becomes the past.
But the heart still prospers in its time
though ponders not its hidden crime;
And kills the passions of the day,
Trading life for meager pay.
But a secret something lives within,
That seeks to show the stains of sin,
That seeks to cure the mundane soul,
And give it life lived to the full.
The famine of the human dream
Still carries this subterranean stream
And we must dig deep down below,
Though deeper now we have to go;
For we have covered the ground above
With futile acts and not with love;
And we have seen our ancient fate
Yet lived the lives we all should hate.
The stream shall come though, do not fret,
Shall find you when your eyes are wet;
Shall find you seldom, this is true,
But oh! to see that marvelous view!
Yet we heed not such reckless words,
Since not oft have we seen or heard,
The heights from which the bell once rung,
And the song all know, which none have sung.
4 Comments
This is so my favorite poem! Wow, so much sad truth, laid out there in plain sight! There are so many great lines!!! Starting with the title, it’s so perfect, and the stanza that talks about a man’s heart being traded, traded!! for “simple intellect”. . . sigh. There’s so much more in this poem that I love, I am going to print it and hang it on my bulletin board. You have a talent that I wish I had.
Thank you very much! You are very kind. My sister said this was her favorite poem that I had written as well. It’s so cool that you guys understand what I’m talking about. There’s a lot in the poem that I really didn’t know how to convey and was just hoping it would be clear enough that people could still get a sense of it. I’m really happy for you saying all that about this poem. You made my day
You should let me give it to you in hand lettered calligraphy. That’s one of the things that I want to do with the poems if people want them. Thanks again for your encouragement!
I would absolutely LOVE it if you did it in calligraphy for me! Then I could make it a piece of art for my wall that I could share with others as well as keeping it on my bulletin board. Thanks Ben.
Margo
Cool, it may take me a little while though. I need a bit of practice and it might take a couple tries to get just right. I’ll try to get it to you by next Sunday. Thanks!