christopher's corner #2
All of the following poems were written by slave christopher in worshipful adoration for his Mistress Sarah
Change
The moon waxes and wanes,
The tides ebb and flow;
All is subject to change
Both above and below.
Mountains rise and then crumble,
Species flourish, then die;
The proud are oft humbled
In the blink of an eye.
The life of a mayfly
Lasts only a day;
As soon as its wings dry,
It's headed away.
There's but one thing i know of
That time can't undo;
And that is my true love
And adoration of You.
Wisdom
Who, then, is wise?
Old Socrates would say
that it is anyone who fears not death;
then i am wise,
for i fear not the day
when on this troubled world, i draw no breath;
i would, except that, even then,
i know that i'll be seeing You again.
Infinity
Even the widest ocean
is bounded by the shore;
Even the deepest canyon
at some depth has a floor;
Examples of infinity
That i know are but two;
The expanse of the universe,
And my love, Mistress, for You.
Alone
The winter is almost gone
but i am so alone;
thank goodness i have You
or else i might not make it through
till spring has fully come.
The days are growing longer,
the sun's rays getting stronger,
but i am still alone,
and aside from You have no one,
and am not growing younger.
Thank goodness for my dreams
for there at least it seems
that i may be near You
for otherwise, what would i do?
Thank goodness for my dreams
for there i'm always near to You.
Treasure
Some seek for treasure in the earth,
pawing through mud and clay for gold;
Some seek a spiritual rebirth
to give themselves a sense of worth
as they grow old;
Some dwell on stories they've been told
Of aliens or grand conspiracies;
Some seek to gather and to hold
dominion over some stronghold
they manage to seize;
Some muddle through ancient books for keys
that they believe will open the door
to ancient, profound mysteries
That no one throughout long centuries
has fathomed before;
So many are searching for something more,
for something about which to brag and boast
that they forget not to ignore
the things that are really worth living for,
which matter the most.
i know whereof i speak; i, too,
have pursued many an unworthy goal
until the reality of loving You
has broken all my delusions in two,
and thus made me whole.
i love you.
Time
The pyramids of Egypt stalwart stand
almost indifferent to the centuries
above the dry and shifting desert sand,
the guardians of profound mysteries
which we perhaps will never understand.
The hands that crafted them have long since gone
the way of all life, and now silent lie
beneath those selfsame sands, reduced to bone
whose flesh once dared defy eternity
by transcribing their scriptures into stone;
i too have built within this heart of mine
a temple to You, which, though not as vast
is nonetheless an everlasting shrine
designed and consecrated to outlast
the centuries, defying even time.
Sleep
Am i dreaming? It seems that i must be,
to be so close to One as beautiful
as You, Mistress! But don't awaken me!
If being Your slave really is a dream,
then spare me from waking reality!
You are so wise and sweet and powerful
that although being owned by You might seem
too wonderful to be believable,
i would by far prefer that fantasy;
reality without You would be unbearable.
Romeo and Juliet
If Romeo had loved Juliet
as i love You, Miss Capulet
would never have commtted suicide
but would have taken that young boy aside
And told him, young Sir Montague,
you belong to Me, and not I to you
and instead of dying in her grave
he might have lived happily as Her slave!
Destiny
To finally turn my life around
And become what i really should be
Is not as easy as it sounds;
But then, no true worshipper ever has found
in the comfort of home, his destiny.
The Buddha could have remained a prince,
Saint Francis could have gone to war,
and Moses could have decided that since
he was Pharaoh's son, he needn't convince
the Hebrews that freedom was worth suffering for.
If Jesus had avoided crucifixion,
how could he ever have risen again?
If Mohammed had declined his benediction,
If Lao Tsu had not the courage of conviction,
would their teachings have reached us? And if so, when?
i am nothing compared to such as these,
but nonetheless, the pattern holds true;
if i miss any little scrap of breeze
that might bring me to my place on my knees
before You, then i do not deserve to worship You.
Death (a sonnet)
What is it that makes people so fear death,
treating it as a great tragedy
when someone draws their final breath
and their spirit at last attains liberty
from the trials and travails of earthly life,
freed at last from disease and poverty
and every manner of earthly strife?
If anything, life itself is more worthy
of stark, raving irrational fear;
the living for some reason cannot see
that the place of suffering is here,
where the soul is bound within the body.
i fear not death, for i know that i
will always be Yours, even after i die.