I dedicate the following poem to the founder and everyone here on this forum.
I composed this poem on 16.10.1986. I dedicate it for the first time. All my poetry that has remained on record was acknowledged in a National competition. The last poem that I have on record was written in 1994. I was not a prolific or qualified writer, just a wounded one...
The reason I dedicate the following poem here, is because in the final sentence of this poem as I was reading it again, it reminded me of all of YOU…of the wisdom aglow through your posts here and every teaching that appears on Bilble-Truths.. “speakers speaking in full glow with words of wisdom he’s come to know”.
THE MOTH
In eyes so spoken in speech so rare
Are spoken words no words could dare
Like lamp and moth to task they take
See light and dark no eye can fake.
But if a moth and light by night are severed
The soul of Man cannot be measured
For blind to light an eye ill taught
And danger to folly this soul is wrought
No courtly gesture or posture to bear
the light of words that eyes do share
the glint and gleam of light aglow
in eyes that show the light they know.
Or for this purpose beyond the screen
Or eyes that cancel every dream
And shut the open eye may seem
If stolen to darkness and darkness it preen
Not words in which we fare
Nor grievous feeling we can bare
in clashing swords with words and more
combining wrath to even score.
Combining of minds and brushing astray
The task of words to battle say
In burning eye that speaks more brittle
Gesticulating hand doth say so little.
The moth that flies around the glow
With fluttering wings more words doth show
Her love of light in anguished flight
Can burn her wings and words alight
So what this playwright fights to say
In less than moth to light obey
A dimmer mind flutters not by lamp
But rests in darkness where no words camp.
Like man a moth in fluttering light
Puts humming of words to the soul of her flight
Not seeking ovation or to splendour enthral
To make of her journey the light to tell all.
So held by a flame reflected in eye
Each one a moth with memory shy
Catching each moment in time like light so divine
Using only but words the light to enshrine.
For light in emotion and noiseless commotion
Not seeking applause knows real devotion
Alone in her flight in bright of the night
Lit by endeavour her only leisure
Hypocrisy we deem is not we dream
Where man speaking to preen his self and esteem
To bring audience applause to make his delight
Shows lesser a soul than a moth in flight.
He who speaks knowing fear
Does normally participate words more dear
For pride he doesn’t fill his purpose
Like applause for a moth he knows is worthless.
This lesson we all can learn
To still a tongue doth make one burn
But nearer patience with this we grow
The nearer the flame we come to know.
For outward folly of word and eye
Is nowhere matched by light we spy
Of speaker speaking in full glow
With words of wisdom he’s come to know
Arcturus :)...in l-o-n-g training :D
Another song I love...
Face of Time
by Jason Upton
I can remember when I was afraid like you
Not so long ago
Confusion ruled my life wondering what to do
Not so long ago
These are resting waves from a memory
In a hiding place in my mind
But the sweetest taste is a history
When suffering wears the face of time
The pain hurt way too much the water was so cold
Not so long ago
That’s when light rescued me from darkness I was free
Not so long ago
In the place of suffering
There’s a God worth worshipping
On these wings of worship we will ride...