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La Chanson De Pitié
Contributed by
SinginSilence
on
Tuesday, 12th July 2005 @ 12:59:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Mercy! sang the sparrow so he sat on high,
As the nocturne shadows reappeare,
And the moon came full in naivetie.
So desperate is he for God’s ever-tuned ear,
He nested atop the highest branch he could flie:
Patient and alone as he mistakes a wind
For a sigh, and longs for Love him to find.
Mercy! sang the fawn in panic and disarray,
Wandering the darke, for she hath lost her hynd.
While the owl sits reserving truly deific assay,
And Luna in full doth affect her mynd,
So unassured of her path she moves more astray:
Panicked, though needless, bright-eyed, drifts round.
Fearsome that Love for herself is not to be found.
Mercy! sang the waves on beach and on sand,
Carving out coasts as desperate works of arte,
Stubborn are the shores to ocean’s hand,
Yea, weak for the sea’s strong and true heart,
With overlaying affection meet water to land:
Persistent, as the shore so bettered by the sea;
So as to without means the artist cannot be.
Pity! sang the sparrow that so sat on high
As the nocturne shadows disappeare,
And the moon fades with naivetie.
So desperate is he for God’s ever-tuned ear,
He nests atop higher branch he could flie:
Patient and alone as he forces a wind
From a sigh, still to long for Love to find.
Pity! sang the fawn in panic and disarray,
Wandering the dawn, for lost is her hynd.
The owl slips into sincerity with yet to assay,
And Luna no longer doth affect her mynd
Still unassured of her path she moves more astray:
Panicked, though just, bright-eyed, drifts round.
Fearsome that Love for herself will never be found.
Glory! sings the waves on beach and on sand,
Carving out coasts into divine workes of arte,
Stubborn shores give way to ocean’s hand,
For weak is she to the sea’s pure golden heart,
With overlaying affection meet water and land:
Persistent, as the shore so betters the sea:
So as to without God’s Will neither would be.
Cry not! oh sparrow for you sit there up on high,
Cry not! oh fawn for you too have been blessed,
Be as the moon so trusting in her luminous naivetie,
Drift not aimlessly, nor wallow in your nest,
You so long for to lie where Love doth lie:
But as the shore to the tide to the moon,
Be to your God and Mercy shall come soon.
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SinginSilence
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2005-07-12 00:59:36]
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Re: La Chanson De Pitié
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by happy_girl on
Tuesday, 12th July 2005 @ 01:11:18 AM AEST
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I loved this poem.
I love jesus too.
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