life, afterall

Pierre-Eugene Montezin

What is life, afterall?
The waning time from summer to fall.
Winter’s sting shall take its toll,
In springtime thus a reborn soul.
Reborn on ground or there above,
For certain born in holy love.
Afterall, earth run its course,
But heaven shall ever shun remorse.
Gone too soon and hearts asunder
gives rise to doubts of heaven’s wonder.
But persevere and shed your tears,
God lovingly casts off our fears.

…for Isaiah Bernstein. Now with the Lord.

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all the things

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Pissarro

all the things i’ve ever seen
are buried deep in soul serene.

all the things I’ve ever known
are neatly placed in arable loam.

the struggle inside with these temporal things,
shall subside again with spiritual wings.

everyman’s dream

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Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

Draw me near
liquid green field,
my frailty certain;
torn heart concealed.

Cast away
fear of darkness
with eyes fixed inward
soul wanders relentless.

Lead me now
to God’s own eyes.
Of everyman’s dream
in azure skies.

On and on
in tepid night,
O peace whom I seek
behind first light.

Then off in flight
as Cygnus often should.
Remind me, O Lord,
all things work for good.

(c) rick stassi