Saturday, 4 April 2015

Cross Purposes

This poem was written about the tragic in life, large or small, and there is a snatch of G.K. Chesterton's Ballad of the White Horse in it, as well as allusions to C.S. Lewis' "A Grief Observed" and Walter De La Mare's traveller knocking at the midnight door.

Cross Purposes

Easter brings the hope of risen life
But before that death upon the cross
A reminder of a patterning of strife
And grieving at the dark of loss

Why have you for forsaken me?
A cry for the tragedy, no sense
And how we cannot truly see
Purposes divine so immense

And grief can be so very hard
Knock, and an opening door
But instead the door is barred
Just a sound of silence , no more

Naught for your comfort, your desire
Save that the waves grow ever higher

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