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​Thoughts on Halloween
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
Day of the Dead

Día de los Muertos


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PART ONE--FATE



Doom-filled clouds, black with night,

Float o’er the moon’s spectral light,

Moonbeam fingers, yellow boned

In brimstone clouds sharply honed

Prod and pierce the misty shrouds

Slashing…slicing through cold black clouds

Spewing bilious beams…from sickly skies,

Striking the earth and there, in gloom-filled darkness die.

 

Coldly grasped by unearthly lights

Ancient trees reach cloud-bound heights,

Cast sinister shadows, monstrous forms,

Gnarled goblins, wraiths, who mourn,

Warped limbed pall bears attending a wake,

Attesting to misfortune…undeniable fate.

 

An olden oak oppressed with time

Seen in shadowy sulfurous shine

Cradles, dying, amongst its rooty arms

A bloodied body beset by deadly harms.

 

 

The Reaper is coming to harvest a life.

Yellow-boned fingers grasping his scythe

With razor-edged blade, covered with gore

And gathered about, his horrid spore.

Foul decay, in corruption consume

The corpse, inhumed: in its moldy, rotting tomb.

Root-like fingers creep and crawl

Reaching the body’s blood-crusty caul

To prod and pierce necrotic flesh

Entwining the corpse in a living mesh

Invading the cadaver’s trembling breast

Weaving together life and death…

In eternal earth-bound rest.

 

Bloodthirsty roots invade and seek

Sustenance in tissues, which soon will reek

Coursing through soma, body and brain

Following and filling blood-clotted veins

The body corrupted, sobs a last moan

And grins, open-mouthed, a final root-toothed groan.

 

 

 

 

PART TWO--HOPE







Hope-filled clouds, white and bright

Float o’er the sun’s morning light

Sunbeam fingers with golden bones

Arrayed in jewels and precious stones

Prod the sky with sapphire light

To fill the heavens, a spectacular sight

As multicolored rays, erase the night

Reaching the earth from crisp blue skies

There to survive in hope-filled eyes.

 

 

Ancient trees touch billowy heights

Warmly embraced by nurturing lights

Their majestic shadows cradle life…new born.

Steadfast sentinels of organisms…reborn.

Lofty limbed witnesses, testimony bear

That in death is new life…defeating despair.

 

 

An old wise oak wizened with time

Stands stately in beauty in sparkling sunshine

Cradling life amongst its sinuous arms

Caressing newborn flowers of wondrous charm

The beholder observes the flow of life

Staying the fear of the Reaper’s scythe

Its blade sharply edged cannot wound the soul

When linked to the intertwined organic whole

Which blossoms in life and joyously blooms

In fragrant flourishing flowery tombs.

 

Little fingers caress and crawl

Reaching out to the fragrantly flowered caul

To prod and pierce the fertile earth

Entwining souls in beauty with mirth

          Consoling the soul with transcendent rest

Weaving together life and death

The eternal circle nurtured at nature’s breast.

 

The loom is warped…

WE weave the weft

May our souls…not be…bereft

By the colored yarns we weave

By our choices…we may cleave

The smothering shackles of fickle fate

Need not be…

Our pernicious life-long mate.

Cycle of life…supreme master of our fate

By treasuring the ryme of life's and death's enduring refrain

May fear of the Reaper’s act abate

And so…

I am the captain of my soul…

I am the master of my fate.*


 

*Last two lines reworded from

“Invictus”

By William Henry Henley

 



 

by c j stegman

 

 

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Where is God?





Where is God today?

Why…He’s at play!!!

For we did pray…”Please help us win our game today”.

And He did come and He did stay

To help us block and help us tackle

And our opponents He did shackle…

God was on our side today…



Where is God today?

Why…He’s at play!!!

For we did pray…”Please help us win our game today.”

And He did come and He did stay

To help us pitch and help us hit

And our opponents He gave a fit

God was on our side today…



Where is God today?

Why…He’s at play!!!

That is why He did not come today…

To save the children

Who could not play

Too starved and weak to lift a ball

Or even lift themselves at all…

Why wasn’t God on their side today?



Where is God today?

Why?…He’s at play!!!

For warring nations each did pray…”Please help us win this war today!”

And He did come and He did stay

To help them fight and help them kill

Till all was death and all was still

And soldiers on the side of “wrong” and soldiers on the side of “right”

By God’s grace they did fight

And none did "win" and all did lose

For His might…we do abuse.

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