Note to Readers: “Meditations in
Fast Times” is a devotional writing experiment for the Season of Lent. Each day
during the season, I am writing a poem as a meditation on, taking as my
inspiration and intertextual basis, T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets”, as
well as incorporating the daily office, current events, and other readings—some
the same as those Eliot used while composing his seminal work and others.
38.
We all walk this path,
The blood in our veins dances
As we follow the stars;
Each pattern is a math
Of blind schemes and chances,
Of discovery solely ours.
The blood in our veins dances
As we follow the stars;
Each pattern is a math
Of blind schemes and chances,
Of discovery solely ours.
We seek the still,
Where at the still point
There might be peace
Within which to find will
To withstand all disappoint,
To accept a final cease.
Where at the still point
There might be peace
Within which to find will
To withstand all disappoint,
To accept a final cease.
Where have we been?
It is difficult to say;
Perhaps we are the place
Where there is no sin,
Only experience may
Mark our path and face.
It is difficult to say;
Perhaps we are the place
Where there is no sin,
Only experience may
Mark our path and face.
We watch one we love
Ascend the final tree;
Sacrifice does not mar
The healing of the Dove,
It is here for all to see,
Being reconciled to the Star.
Ascend the final tree;
Sacrifice does not mar
The healing of the Dove,
It is here for all to see,
Being reconciled to the Star.
Freedom
and release,
Both time and timeless,
Past and future join now,
Where the only timepiece,
Is being, explicitly ceaseless
—Only truth hangs from the bough.
Both time and timeless,
Past and future join now,
Where the only timepiece,
Is being, explicitly ceaseless
—Only truth hangs from the bough.
© 2014 by
Elisabeth T. Eliassen
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