Rambles of the word

[cryptomancer]

Upon the harp my fingers strum,

The lyre my muse’s tongue,

Upon her lips my heart is spun,

The finger caressed lyrics.

 

I quest for the solace of magnificent,

The seeking of that power of all,

The gifts of a God who in my awe,

Blest my lowly life to be.

 

I walk the planes of existence,

Tread the paths of old and new,

I was the voice of the northern wind,

I, sing now with a tongue of yew.

 

The raven wings my carriage dark,

The nights of winter my dream,

I walk the ways of human being,

I live with wings unseen.

 

Each blest echo of the past becomes,

The vocal call of lore,

Each blest word that He spoke,

Becomes the voice of law.

 

Live by the commands of love,

Given upon the mount,

Walk the world of the meek,

And in the Lord truly count.

 

See the wings that are my own,

That he blest me with to fly,

See the feathers that adorn,

To make me seek beyond the sky.

 

Should I fall again to woe,

Press not the tears of grief,

I shall rise again to show,

His sweet mercy gives relief.

 

Ask he said, you shall receive,

Seek and you shall find,

Knock and the door opens to you,

For in your heart, Him you will find.

 

No shadow can withstand the light,

No shade is to dark to see,

For darkness such and in man’s heart,

From His holy light shall flee.

 

 

[cryptomancer]

Melody un-forgiven,

I seek the change anew,

That sits upon my life’s root,

And seems to sit askew.

 

Each passing day it quakes,

And in the tremors I fear,

For the terrors of my forgotten heart,

Creep ever close and near.

 

In a heart that harbours dark,

I see the shadow of me,

I feel the dreams that are yet to be,

I see the fears that govern me.

 

But sing my dreams I shall,

For like an intricacy formed shell,

I am the gift of created love,

And my voice inspired above.

 

For who could sing without the wings,

Of spirit blest and mortal dreams,

Who could a lyric spin?

That had not been freed from sin.

 

Forgiven is the work of love,

Each blest moment echoed

The taste of solitude rests

With the wings of a lover’s, blest.

 

For even in the darkest dreams,

Love finds us, and seems,

To shed its vivid radiance,

And to His love, give guidance.

 

[Peredhil]

I like. Very much.

Impressed Peredhil is impressed. Reminds me of some of my favorite psalms.

[cryptomancer]

Last night I saw flame descend,

Rending the sky and cloud,

The tear of broken heaven’s veil,

Draped shattered upon the ground.

 

I saw the fall of the bitter star,

Saw the smoke of its twisting flight,

I smelt the bitterness overthrow,

And the springs of water taint.

 

Trumpets sounded at the void,

That stood ‘tween paradise,

Showed the glory of God,

The angelic army’s might.

 

For the world again descends,

Chaos mirrored in its eye,

Dark the taste of evil spins,

The web of worldly lies.

 

Dark and light collide above,

The clouds of night so bright

Lit by the fires of demon hearts,

And the swords of truth and life.