Obsolete // life’s most difficult burden
Life lingers on as you wait for heaven
Your rising soul resists the dimming light
Strong and powerful //waiting for heaven
Time and physical tolls // body wears out
Still you struggle // not ready for heaven
Mind and body fail you // yet life goes on
Disappear // four walls // waiting for heaven
The end is near // it is perfectly clear
Breathing is difficult // nearing heaven
Spirit rises // all earthly struggles cease
Safe in the arms of God // you reach heaven
A few years ago we waited while my mother-in-law was coming to the end of her life. I wrote a poem at that time called Waiting to Die, which was a combination of what I felt about life and what was actually taking place. Today, I have condensed those thoughts into a Ghazal for d’Verse Poets Pub. The Ghazal is from an ancient Arabic poety that writes in couplets of the same length. They end in each couplet with the same or similar words. It us usually about love, life, or pain. This is my second attempt at a Ghazal.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Not sugar and spice;
Sometimes not even so nice;
Flesh and blood I am…
a body that will not last.
Just like the junk we buy…
I too am disposable.
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
has me covered from beginning to end.
Maybe the evolutionists got it wrong?
We all came from dust and ashes;
Water just facilitates our staying alive.
God must have had fun
making mud pies…
Ending up with me!
What we can’t explain
Is that elusive Spirit
living part time
in my dust and ashes;
Quietly slipping back to its origins
As this body reaches its end…
The image of God // the soul-spirit
lives on… returning to the
handler of dust and ashes
Photo taken at the Muttart Conservatory in Edmonton, Alberta Canada
Amaya, at d’Verse, talked about the different views of the origins of matter and of you and me. Essential elements and forms of matter have been recognized by different people, cultures and religions all the way through the centuries. People looked at the stars and developed astrological explanations of matter. Instead of looking at the astrological aspects, I decided to go straight to the heart of matter… Me!
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Spirit Questions (a Rubaiyat)
Where dwells the spirit before life begins
Waiting to entwine with genes at man’s whim
Does it float in space riding red star dust
Or in ocean waves where the teeming swim
Where dwells the spirit when I took my first
Breath of life merged with heart and lungs first thirst
Spirit seems at home in this flesh and bone
Fragile body // heart pumping till it bursts
Where does my spirit dwell when life is done
As eyes close in death and the race is run
Breath leaves the body and the spirit’s rises
Rejoining spirit with Spirit // lives on
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
I posted this poem a year ago, but thought it would be a good one for Holy Week.
Today Frank at d’Verse asked us to write a rubia or a rubaiyat.
“A rubai or stanza in a rubaiyat is four lines long and rhymes AABA in iambic pentameter meter. That is how Edward Fitzgerald translated Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat. Khayyam was an 11th century Persian. Fitzgerald’s translation appeared in 1859.”
This is my first attempt at this so I hope I come close to what is expected.
On Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina, there is a mile high metal bridge. It leads to the base of the rocks that make up the head of the old man of the mountain. Engineers designed the bridge to flex with the hurricane wind extremes that occur during the winter months. Steel anchors are embedded in the rocks and hold the bridge in place. Some are fixed and some have springs that allow the bridge to move in place. Strong cables act as guywires for the bridge.
Buildings, bridges, and trees all need solid anchors to survive. We also need anchors in our life to survive. No matter how strong we think we are, without an anchor we are in for a fall. Those steel anchors are useless, unless they are embedded in solid rock. What or who is the solid rock that anchors your life when the storms come.
Strong anchors bring strength
Stability for life’s storms
Winter winds blow hard
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
What lies beyond the dark door?
We do not know // still we move on…
Climbing the staircase one step at a time;
Moving toward our anticipated transformation.
Make the most of each step // rise higher and higher;
Enjoy the warmth of sunshine on your face;
Take time to smell the flowers lining the way.
When you reach that dark door of the unknown.
Step confidently through into the light of the future.
Embrace whatever your next life holds…
Knowing God who brought you this far
Will continue to surround you with Light and Love
Painting: Dwight L. Roth