March/April column.. a Glosa

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March/April column.. a Glosa

Postby Mike Morrison » Thu Apr 11, 2013 3:10 pm

for the March/April column, A Glosa....


Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves— goes itself: myself it speaks and spells,
Crying: what I do is me; for that I came.
Gerald Manley Hopkins

Mute is the heart; it has no crimson bow
To move the ether rhythmical
It makes no sound yet it is heard
And empires may crumble at the resonance.
Here find we our best part: courage, friendship dwell
And here lives Love and love’s eternal flame;
Here lies the strength to rule mind’s timidity;
To act when actions leave a scar.
Here we know ourselves and learn our name—
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same.

Yet mask we wear and costume gaudy show,
Hiding hearts behind life’s parquetry;
Marionettes controlled by circumstance:
One dances madly as another slumps in writhing pain.
And if not body then the mind betrays
Lost in fog and buzzing voice’s spells,
Swinging wildly like jungle vine;
Yet finally it is the heart prevails;
That is inherent the final story tells
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells.

Mind and body, heart and soul
In balance exquisite all must be
If we be whole; all contribute as they will.
But let the heart prevail: If folly it is called
It is glorious folly. For it is only heart
Can dip into Love’s endless deeping well;
Set aside ego and the wants that be
Though it be mute through limbs it cries aloud
Through gentle hands its quality will tell;
Selves—goes itself; Myself it speaks and spells.

Though it speak not the heart will find its way;
Good hearts will show in touch and eye
Intent and value that its warmth reveal.
For this the purpose; this the rationale;
Actions speak with attorney’s power.
To serve the wounded, blind and lame
In Love. No other reason serves;
To justify one’s self is futility.
Then to true life one may rightly claim
Crying what I do is me; for that I came.

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