In Brightness and Sorrow
2007-10-20 03:27 AM | Posted by Sumangali Morhall | Permanent Link | Poetry, Sri Chinmoy
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Sweet frankincense
a clarion scent
a heralding of saints or kings?
Squirrel sprints in gathering
but sun leaps out of clime
breaking its faith with autumn time
One tardy bee labours long
humming low a working song
treading cheery and meticulous
Vines thread red necklaces
jars of flame glitter fast amongst petals
Alive! Alive! A peace of ages settles
Deep inside this emerald plush
Some rearrange in gentle rush
— all in white — with ardent care
others sing into the empty air
Hush! Hush! go the footfalls soft on gravel
In me memories unravel
long tapes of smiling scenes from in this leafy room
Tap Tap
Tap Tap
Today they build my Master's tomb
my heart rending at the sound
But would there be an ending to a light eternal?
Sorrow is a page
within the journal
of delight.
