-- I Sing of What Is Lost --

   John Herlihy

I sing of what is lost and yearn for what is missed,

As I journey onward into the cave of the unknown.

I sing of things found and give thanks for things blest,

All our joys and sorrows in the tapestry of life sewn.

I sing of intimacy in rare moments of my life bound,

The vulnerability, the strength, the purity of emotion.

I sing of innocence that only in childhood be found,

Little children as fallen angels who live with devotion.

I sing of life’s mystery in a magical world unexplained,

An emerging bud that in this world will never bloom.

I sing of life’s beauty in the world of nature ordained,

Mountains, forests, rivers, lakes to fill many a volume.

I sing of all things visible that fill the vision of the eyes,

Cresting waves, sea light, the tenderness of moonglow.

I sing of all things indivisible that only God can devise,

Rotating of planets and galaxies their grace to bestow.

I sing of the music whose sweet melodies fills the ears,

Grand basso profundos, lyric arpeggios, the sad adagios.

I sing of the harmony that creates music of the spheres,

Teardrops of sweetness in the majesty of grand pianos.

I sing of my weaknesses so vital lessons may be found,

Lack of discipline, failing willpower, fear of the unknown.

I sing of my strengths that I may live a life profound,

A keeper of promises, extended trust, in virtue bound.

I sing of the fortune of life found in the spirit of breath;

My little world forging a world of disharmony and discord.

I sing of our earthly demise found in the spirit of death,

As we pass thru the sun door with one final sublime cord.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Wednesday 22 March 2023