Heaven’s Peal, an Elegy
c. 2010 Olan L. Smith
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To speak to thee this day, ‘tis heartening
Knowing thou art listening
And mindful thy pain shall soon slip away.
Thou endureth all things of thine existence
Either today or tomorrow
Yea, hundreds of tomorrows—
Whatsoever God wills we abide.
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Struggle with all thy might,
Live each day knowing life is merely a mist
A whimpering nighttime breeze
That hath a hollow tone,
A note whose pitch is merciless
And whose harmony rings untrue,
Till God doth tune its pipe.
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Precious Lord before death’s door didst thou say?
Father—if
Thou art willing remove thou this cup?
Fair enough ― thy will is done.
Oh, ’Tis anguish to recognize
Thine own coming demise.
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Ah, sweet sorrow bid thine discernment,
Must thou expire to comprehend, nearby rests more?
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PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
