Dust motes swim in a ray of light,
a shaft angled perfectly
from the high window above the pegs
in the hallway where coats once gathered in winter,
wool and buttons finding solace
while Orion ruled the sky.
But time has moved on.
Years, in fact.
It is July,
and this space of cedar and oak,
of legs conquering steps
on the staircase two,
maybe three at a time,
is empty, quiet.
Even the ghosts of my children have left.
I will sweep away the dust
and memories, but not now,
not while I sit in a straight-back chair
waiting for the sun to fall,
for the ray of light
to touch my forehead
in this chapel of grace.
It is good to be here,
for loneliness is precursor
to the perfection of God.
One day, Gabriel’s wing,
merciful and wide,
will sweep me away with the sun.
There is a time and purpose
for everything under heaven.
For now, I sit.
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I so enjoyed the soft haunting melancholy tempered with a quiet peace and acceptance in this piece. This is one I'm sure many will relate to, as do I.
Excellent William.
Thank you for linking.
"I will sweep away the memories and the dust. But not now."
very fine.
Another lovely poem. :) BTW, tag, you're it!
All I can say is yes. This is the great mystery, as you say:
loneliness is precursor
to the perfection of God.
God bless, Billy.
Janice, when I wrote it, this poem was spurred by the "empty nest." People don't think it has as much impact on fathers, but it does. But one reaches resignation :)
Charles, thanks very mych!
Lana, ditto.
And this is the first time I've been tagged. Okay, time for me take another step into the world of blogging. Do I tag someone else when I'm finished ? LOL I'm out to lunch.
Sandy, the lines you quoted are my favorites in the poem--the desert experience, the sacred loneliness as requisite for finding the Divine
Lana, okay, I get it -:) lol
Billy, this is so beautiful, on several aspects. How the first stanza sets the backdrop with its strong imagery, how the second 'shows' the sentiment of pathos without merely 'telling' it, how the third speaks of intent and action, and how the fourth relates the individual to the world. ;) Cheers.
soulless, thank you so much for taking time to tell me how the stanzas struck you. Have a great day! -:)
Beautiful imagery, Billy. I have always loved the imagery of motes of dust in light beams, or the shafts of light in clouds. They do spark that religious contemplative feeling, don't they?
I'm not qualified as an editor of poems, but I thought the real ending was the second-to-last stanza.
Very evocative, Billy. Sad, but also uplifting somehow. :-)
Written, I debated over the last stanza. I appreciate your feedback. I added the last few lines recently even though the poem was written last year. Maybe I went too far. Thanks :)
Seamus, exactly--I wanted a somewhat hopeful, philosophical ending to an otherwise melancholy poem.
Poignant, sad, still, but ultimately reflectively grateful and yes - uplifting.
Lovely:-)
Lane, it was a hard poem to write. The empty nest really stinks.
The burden of loneliness felt, and accepted. I love the "wing" imagery at the end, Billy. Lovely, as usual.
Thanks, Sarah. People always tend to shy away from pain or loneliness, but sometimes being alone becomes a comfort when one stops trying to escape it.
Sad and haunting. Your words move me and keep me transfixed. *sighs* I wish I could write like this. :)
But time has moved on.
Years, in fact.
It is July,
and this space of cedar and oak,
of legs conquering steps
on the staircase two,
maybe three at a time,
is empty, quiet.
Remembering can be so bittersweet.
cargwaps, remembering can very hard. At least, it was for me at certain times in my life.
when my children are all out for the day (not all have left home as adults yet) & i am alone, i can feel pulled into a sunbeam such as this. you give this experience a beautiful dimension in these verses.
qualcosa, thank you. I myself have really sat in such an area, thinking about all the events that took place in earlier years.
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