Dawn

Dawn


The wind sang a song last night
One of sorrow and shame.
About how people come and go
And how they cry to the steeples their pain.

There is no star in the sky
That can hold me back tonight.

The black mist of midnight's dirge
Mourned the passing of the past morn
While the dew from daybreak's showers
Heralds the new day with a softly swimming horn.

Who is the man that will charge my soul
And plead the stoppage of love so old?

I waited on the hillside hunting for signs of life
Where shoes once tread, and dancing footsteps led
To the sound of the triumphant return
Of the clamor of Dawn's orchestra that said:

A new day rises, come and greet it
But only if you have the courage to seize it.

~

The beauty of the sunrise is something that I hold dear in my heart, and I enjoy writing about it in my poems. With every new day comes endless possibilities, and I think that is is something to contemplate.

Hoplessness Abandoned

Hope is hard to come by in a dark, despairing world. Dante's Inferno takes up the motif of a senseless, hopeless allegory for life after death with his perennial call to the damned: All Hope abandon, ye who enter here. This image staggers the imagination with the unscrupulous horrors that lay within the seven levels of Hell, and it conjures a sudden, terrible question to the forefront: what does the afterlife hold? Can there be something even more sinister that lies beyond the veil? Is there even a life after death? These inquiries grip the mind in the cold, stark fist of reality. Escaping this reality becomes even less appealing when not faced with the warm embrace of oblivion. In fact, death gains a whole different meaning when it is not final. Its finality is only as certain as the knowledge behind it, as there is no person who has come back from his passing to tell of the afterlife. What can a rational man expect from a mystery so unexplored as what lies beyond death? Here, I try and open the discussion of what hope anyone can have of the purpose, or non-purpose, of life. If one can juxtapose the argument that death is final with the argument that life is filled with endless possibility, what grabs you to believe what you know, or know what you believe? It is here that these questions are entertained, with the caveat that one has to look past knowledge and faith to find an answer to the despair of life on earth. For it is now, not after death, that one must hope the most. The truth can only be found by those who hope they can find it. Forget about the afterlife, look to the here and now before you cross into the void. Abandon all Hopelessness, ye who enter here.