With burning eyes
You probe deeply
into the souls of all men,
You search attentively
where ignorance and lust roam
along shores of slothful gullibility
Your light illuminates and guides
with foresight
offering the means
to embrace invisible life
wisely
with prudence
aforethought, as soft arias whisper
of infinite paths in eternity yet future….
.
Too many fornicate
on salt rotted bridges
ingenuously burdened
with ideological egoism
phantom tongues
pontificate ageless myths
to those eager to ingest the
tactless psychosomatic drooling
of charitable benefactors,
those who sway loosely
as silken strings
trading one life for another
enticing
daily
as the black widow weaves
a far-reaching web of megalomania
in her quest to render Truth benign….
.
In dense forests of imagination
minds conjure relevance and beauty
hoping to find wisdom concealed
in word puzzles revealed while
Your nature seeks those lost
heretofore revealing strongholds of prideful recklessness
You give eyes to see beyond these debilitating impieties
that have plagued the souls of those fallen
through the ages….
.
And where there once was only lead
between small colorful glass panes
You saw argentiferous possibilities
laced with silver and gold
You called
to woo me
accordingly
in lucent terms
to your Holy feet,
in mercy I saw my folly in your light
flooding through open doorways
I stumbled
dropping all that I had
I imagined failure but
You reached out to steady me
breathing in my spirit that
never will you leave me nor forsake me….
.
And in these ripples of melodious discourse
between my spirit and yours
where truth and love supplant the fears
and Light displaces all dark riddles
I heard your honeyed voice assuring me that
You have plans for your creation and that
only puppets dance in silent symphonies….
.
richard lloyd cederberg
Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series
Another fantastic piece from a gifted author. Those last two lines are so mysterious, much like life. What are those plans? Which path will be taken? Love the contrast between yourself, others, and the all-good character (God?). It shows that even good folks have room for improvement. Gets me thinking. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
I love the last line of this extraordinary poem, "Only puppets dance in silent symphonies" You are a true genius and Michele's photography is always awesome. What a pair you make.
Hugs to you both,
Marcia
there is so much to learn here I could spend days Deciphering the intricacies. you describe the human condition so well and the values placed on inconsequentials
TY dear friend for twigging the memory bank!
God Bless you
Ch'erie
the imagery the creative way you have with words
the way you play with them....great lines
and the depth so many different meanings
I applaud!!!
This is so powerful the journey of the lost /v- those blessed by the Creator that love and obey and rejoice in knowledge. The lost are like puppets obey the law and of wages of sin and death. I may have gotten off your subject flow. Excellent message.
Wisdom & Light
Joselyn
"Only Puppets Dance In Silent Symphonies"
Richard reading your work is always a pleasure.
Upon my reading I always feel as if I am on another journey this time grounded. The graphic you added also gave me a refreshing cool feeling which added to the entire ambiance for me while reading~thanks.
Take care,
~Gwendolyn
Between My Spirit And Yours--Another Write Right on!
Your Friend, TRASK
Agape, Dove
"I heard your honeyed voice assuring me that
You have plans for your creation and that
Only puppets dance in silent symphonies..."
Absolutely stunning!
Love and peace
Lena
An excellent, thought provoking write--we may be like that pic soon, slam-DUNKED!!!!!! We'd deserve it, too. What we've done...I'm surprised God hasn't vaporized us.......one of your best, a keeper!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Another tremendous poem.
It is in our minds we find the most and the best.
Trying to deny God would be like a sun ray dissing the sun...
Bloody masterpiece..
Excellent, excellent piece!
I keep! :) Ta-ta!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A masterpoet to look up to...well done Big Bro!!
Love Sissy Tinka
Harmony and peace,
Susan
your poem is a testament of inspired investigation ...
You rule sir Richard!;-)
Blessings,
Joyce B...
Your definition about tactless psychosomatic drooling as the sound of an impecable insult done by an upper-class gentleman from the Tories corridors of London.
You don't write like a poet, you do it like a composer.
Georg
and this is beauitful Rich
pax A
always,
randy
On salt rotted bridges. A hard look at shelfishness, being aloof, taking for granted, not seeing the things that matter and you end it with warmth and hope and comfort. A wonderful poem to say the least!
Breathing in my spirit that
Never will you leave me nor forsake me?"
I feel my spirit uplifted at reading these prayerful and wise words of assurance. The final three lines gird me with all the knowledge I need to face each new day:
"I heard your honeyed voice assuring me that
You have plans for your creation and that
Only puppets dance in silent symphonies"
Bravo!
~Butch