When I came and saw your home in Nazareth,
Where your dear mother lived by Joseph’s grave
In tranquil prosperity since his death,
I wondered why you would not choose to save
And guard this unexpected paradise.
It seemed so foolish to ignore the certain waves
Of politics and war, poverty and ice
And drought and parching heat that always rise
Despite our rosy schemes. No plans suffice
To guarantee security. Despise-
ing all precaution you abandoned kith
and kin and village to evangelize
an ancient world, already tainted with
the proffered blood of human sacrifice.
Could your bold retelling ancient myths
Persuade your co-religionists to splice
New ideas to prehistoric ways?
Often did you tangle with teachers of precise
Traditions, laws, and customs, but unfazed
Every man “went unto his own abode”
and no one saw the ending of his day.
The way you looked at me, I felt my load
of worries lightened on my back. I had
to drop everything and follow on the road,
because -- if for no other reason -- you bade
me come and see. Where this would lead I dared
not guess. A sudden, baffling urge -- so glad
My heart felt reassured I could be spared --
Set me toward an Eden far away
You called your home. You said your Father cared
And whatsoever we want, we need but pray,
And God will answer you. But I want more
Than I would dare to ask. Should I just lay
My common concerns at your most holy door?
Remembering that you harrowed the pits of hell
And sprang from death to life to give us more
Than we could ever dream, I am prepared to sell
My soul with everything on earth, for well
I’ve heard you say “With you we’ll come and dwell.”
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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2 comments:
This is my first attempt at terza rima. It's more difficult than I had supposed. English lends itself to rhyming not nearly as readily as Dante's Italian. Three lines sometimes took an hour or more. So I've wrapped it up. I liked the flow of this poem nonetheless -- to a point -- and may come back to it.
Ken,
I woudl say that it was a good first effort in this form. I liked the reference to Joseph's grave especially. Keep at it.
I am thinking of doing some traveling within the next year and one of my favorite routes would take me near your house. I will let you know when I do
Steve Gutgsell, Omaha, Nebraska
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