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Isra amman
Feb 20, 2018, 6:33:55 PM2/20/18
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Unpublished poem 'Le Printemps' from Simon Daniel
Le Printemps
The snow melts, a new day dawns--
The dreary darkness dissipates paving way for yet another Season,
Another Spring. Enough of the horrid torrid rule of the devil
And his demons of darkness, death and stillness. Let nature shake
Herself from her long dormant sleepiness, to life, young and tender
Dead trees grow shoots, tiny, fragile, and pleasantly green-- suddenly
Peeping out of dead slumber. Frozen lakes, solid ice lets go its hold
Over suppressed emotions, throbbing life, lain hidden all along.
Time to waken the sunshine, time to waken the birds, the chirping
Crickets, the croaking frogs, and the crowing roosters,
The cawing crows, the cackling geese, the baubling infants,
The boisterous young men, the singing lasses, beckoning blossoms,
Rustling leaves. It’s time to wake up the world to the dawn of our–
Dear Saviour’s return to His own and rightful Kingdom, long sold
To sin and slavery, chained for ages, now new redeemed to the love of
Our Eternal God, His omnipotence shall teach us the way to real,
Lasting strength, not an outward show, His omniscience to truth,
And knowledge from the rightest source neither besotted nor crooked.
No more twists and turns of fate or doom, for we shall revel in His
Eternal omnipresence, and life, and love and joy shall be ours forever
And ever and ever in that eternal spring of eternity When it shall be
Heyday, every day, matchless gracefulness, no yelling, no shootings,
No plane crashes, no unfound black boxes; no more soothsaying,
No more divining, no more sorcery, no more witchcraft,
No more computers to teach us, for we shall all know, no rapists
Or rapes, no more crying or weeping, no more raging fires, no more
Squalid storms, no more sickness, pain, or gnashing teeth; Death itself
Bidden an everlasting ‘good bye!’ All happiness and sunshine, calm,
Serene serendipity, when lions shall be pets, tigers to walk out with
In the garden, pristine pure. Beauty all around, no more cunning
Wolves to reckon with, a time of peace and plenty
--From which there shall be no satiety!
Le Printemps
The snow melts, a new day dawns--
The dreary darkness dissipates paving way for yet another Season,
Another Spring. Enough of the horrid torrid rule of the devil
And his demons of darkness, death and stillness. Let nature shake
Herself from her long dormant sleepiness, to life, young and tender
Dead trees grow shoots, tiny, fragile, and pleasantly green-- suddenly
Peeping out of dead slumber. Frozen lakes, solid ice lets go its hold
Over suppressed emotions, throbbing life, lain hidden all along.
Time to waken the sunshine, time to waken the birds, the chirping
Crickets, the croaking frogs, and the crowing roosters,
The cawing crows, the cackling geese, the baubling infants,
The boisterous young men, the singing lasses, beckoning blossoms,
Rustling leaves. It’s time to wake up the world to the dawn of our–
Dear Saviour’s return to His own and rightful Kingdom, long sold
To sin and slavery, chained for ages, now new redeemed to the love of
Our Eternal God, His omnipotence shall teach us the way to real,
Lasting strength, not an outward show, His omniscience to truth,
And knowledge from the rightest source neither besotted nor crooked.
No more twists and turns of fate or doom, for we shall revel in His
Eternal omnipresence, and life, and love and joy shall be ours forever
And ever and ever in that eternal spring of eternity When it shall be
Heyday, every day, matchless gracefulness, no yelling, no shootings,
No plane crashes, no unfound black boxes; no more soothsaying,
No more divining, no more sorcery, no more witchcraft,
No more computers to teach us, for we shall all know, no rapists
Or rapes, no more crying or weeping, no more raging fires, no more
Squalid storms, no more sickness, pain, or gnashing teeth; Death itself
Bidden an everlasting ‘good bye!’ All happiness and sunshine, calm,
Serene serendipity, when lions shall be pets, tigers to walk out with
In the garden, pristine pure. Beauty all around, no more cunning
Wolves to reckon with, a time of peace and plenty
--From which there shall be no satiety!
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