The Untimely Death of a Cynic

The Untimely Death of a Cynic  

What dreams may come when thoughts of doubt and past are ever washed away,

And newness, lovers' breath of triumph, finds its light at break of day?

The finished doom and infamous ruin impeded by the blow of passion

Lowers its head in grave defeat while hope and joy are newly fashioned.

I find the fairness of the just and rightly claimed by dying embers

To fade away within the dust of memories' forgotten chambers.

Heal, I say, the cut too deep, the mortal wound inflicted cruelly,

Stay, the bleeding heart of adoration trounced, forgiven dually.  

Rise to meet the muse of dance and look to see the sated fates:

Your end was routed, enemy's clouted, so press you toward the finish date.

I find the adversary of love to be the challenger of truth

The companion of folly, the ill-advised; the death of wisdom - cowardly youth.

Still hope arises strong and sure for all those floundering in darkness now:

The Light of Life, His glory bright, will calm your heart and grace allow. 

The steady hand of freedom's start, beginning with the end of self,

Will renew desire for destiny and play the tune of endless wealth.

The triumphed love will be reborn within a stalwart heart of gold,

The bleating babe of vision's presence finds its years a tale of old:

Can flowers grow from thorns and bristles? Can roses bloom within the snow?

Can children dance on elders' graves? Can darkness fade to sunlight's flow?

Where teams the undercurrent's stream of faith and Jubal's song redeemed?

Why feel I strangely found within, and utterly lost without it seems?

I count myself hopelessly drowned within a sea of crimson waves,

I leave this tidal fall of desperate thought for all who once were slaves.

So grasp what seems the impossible task - renew belief in treacherous  feeling;

Find your soul an empty flask - Oh, fill to brim with romance reeling.

Have assurance in Love! For its end is certain and its now is full of dreams and sighs,

Cast off the undiluted presence of death and darkness - what hateful lies!  

Renew the ancient call of primal longing dormant, latent still

Fulfill the inner voice of craving, yield to His unbending will.

For Love will conquer fear and fault, and have his way among the free,

His song the trees and rivers laughingly proclaim will ever be.

Come, young and old, and warrior brave, come fighter, father, friend and foe,

Come, maidens light and elderly mother, come exalted queen and peasant low.

The great will bow with famished masses stoop and honor Love's request.

The worthy with the undeserving find equality in Charity's behest.

"To know Me is to know yourselves; to find Me is to lay to rest

What wearies you - your desperate striving for lesser then My proffered best."

What dreams my fly when hearts renew to lay aside what lies between,

What living growth may spring from stone, erode the stubborn rock unseen?

Now find my mind a garden of color, where only gray and drab once cluttered,

For you have awakened my innermost self to the song of the sparrow, a butterfly's flutter.

Your touch a reminder of forgotten words, your eyes a fire to set ablaze

My inner heart which never sleeps, and all my thoughts throughout my days.