He has given me a new song to sing
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see what he has done
and be amazed.
They will put their trust in the Lord.
(Psalm 40:3 NLT)
I am so pleased to have Slyvia share a poem with us today. She and I "met" at one of those famous blogosphere link-ups. She responded to my call for poetry and sent us this contemplative piece that she wrote when she first became a believer. She told me that although it started out as her new song, she now considers the poem her signature song.
Slyvia blogs over at The Sylvr Pen, where she aims "toward more fully living the Christian life." Her recent posts contemplate the life, death, resurrection and words of our Savior.
Here is her poem. Feel free to leave Sylvia comments on this post.
A New Song
I've had enough of sepulchers,
Of corridors of cells for bones
That click their way in idiot grins
Down hall to hall,
From cell to cell--
Of subway faces:
Vacant masks that hang and sway
In synchrony with dark machine
That carries them they know not where.
Pour forth the light!
And let the prism of my frame
Fragment the beams in diverge' rays,
In hues and tints and shades of glory
To pierce the lids of sightless eyes
And spark the fire of life again
Within the walking dead.
*(Copyright 1980, Sylvia K. Robertson. New then. Still new today)
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| Photo art by Kel Rohlf |
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| Photo Art by Kel Rohlf |
Beautiful, Sylvia. Especially love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteDawn, that's the prayer that welled right up. It had to be from Him, didn't it?
DeleteAnd doesn't Kel's dramatic photo fit amazingly? Love it!
I have had the joy of reading Sylvia's words and appreciate the beauty of power of them whenever I read. Thank you, Kel, for sharing her here.
ReplyDeleteAnd Jody, I am honored to be sharing this space with you and Kel. Thank you for your kind encouragement.
DeleteWhat a heart and vison of the lost world... May He pour forth His spirit on the walking dead and prompt us to be part of His light. Awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteThat's God's heart, isn't it, Floyd? And yep, when He pours its light through our hearts, well, what an awesome privilege! Thanks for visiting here.
DeleteOh my goodness! I've been praying to be of "more use" to God in sharing His love and glory. That last stanza is truly a prayer. Thanks for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteHi, Jeanette,
DeleteSo good to meet you here. What a good prayer you've been praying. I should pray that prayer daily! Thanks for stopping to comment.
Beautiful and compassionate poem. YOu're a creative and compassionate stylist, Sylvia. We're all walking dead till the Lord brings our souls to life. Then, it's as if all the lights of the universe turn on in our hearts. I love your prism analogy!
ReplyDeleteHi Lynn,
DeleteI gotta tell you, I don't quite know where those words came from, but it has been a long time... I think it's just what He put in my heart then. I truly did know what it meant to be one of those walking dead! Then, as you expressed so well, it was as if all the lights of the universe turned on in my heart!
Boy do I get this Sylvia! I was right there with you!
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