There is hope
I may be a little late with this, but figured I could still have some fun with it anyway. I saw Cee Neuner’s post earlier in the week and decided to jump on the bandwagon but save my post for today since my other Sunday series is finished. Cee was responding to the Black & White Sunday Challenge: Shape hosted by Paula from Lost in Translation.
Some of the shapes I chose to illustrate are featured in common items, while the third illustration is quite extraordinary.
And since I write poetry, I think I’d like to round out this article about shapes with a shape poem….
The Narcissist’s Love Triangle
me, that’s plain
to see. But also I grow
rather shy whene’er I pass a
looking-glass and just by chance
I cast a glance upon myself…. There
on the shelf are photos of the folks I love.
They are but three, you see: just I, myself & me.
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Throughout the forest glen
One chilly morn in early spring,
I spied a wounded Carolina wren.
His rusty plumage
Had its own allure
And blended nicely with his roomage.
Such imperfection never looked so pure.
He had a broken wing,
But still he chose to sing.
The Ercil was created by James Gray in honor of Arkansas poet Ercil Brown. It appears to be an exercise in meter.
Do you know what it’s like
To live with a family that’s not your own;
To live in a country far from home;
To speak a language you hardly know;
To hurt inside without letting it show?
Funny how only yesterday
I walked this path alone
But you came alongside and changed my world
You gave me wings
And taught me how to fly
And someday soon, when I am strong
I’ll mount up high and fly away with you.
When our hearts are set on obedience, we can be sure of the needed wisdom to tell the difference between a conflict and a harmony. It may be a slow and painful process.
Like an anchor holding fast within a squall
One who cherishes your friendship as you do
Your companion through both grief and joy
Always willing to look past your faults with gracious myopia
Listener more than talker, good one to help keep your head level
Trusted friend who knows you at your worst and best
Yoke fellow who eases the burden of life’s journey Continue reading “Loyalty”
Everyman and Good Deeds descend into the grave alone, as none other of their companions may go with them. At last, the Day of Reckoning has come for Everyman. Is he ready?
KNOWLEDGE: Now hath he made ending,
Methinketh that I hear angels sing
And make great joy and melody
Where Everyman’s soul received shall be.
ANGEL [from within]: Come, excellent elect spouse, to Jesus!
Here above thou shalt go
Because of thy singular virtue.
Now the soul is taken the body fro,
Thy reckoning is crystal clear:
Now shalt thou into the heavenly sphere—
Unto the which all ye shall come
That liveth well before the day of doom.
DOCTOR: This memorial men may have in mind:†
Ye hearers, take it of worth, old and young,
And forsake Pride, for he deceiveth you in the end.
And remember Beauty, Five-Wits, Strength, and Discretion,
They all at the last do Everyman forsake,
Save his Good Deeds there doth he take—
But beware, for if they be small,
Before God he hath no help at all—
None excuse may be there for Everyman.
Alas, how shall he do then?
For after death amends may no man make,
For then mercy and pity doth him forsake.
If his reckoning be not clear when he doth come,
God will say, “Ite, maledicti, in ignem eternum!”‡
And he that hath his account whole and sound,
High in heaven he shall be crowned,
Unto which place God bring us all thither,
That we may live body and soul together.
Thereto help, the Trinity!
Amen, say ye, for saint charity.
from Everyman, after 1485
†The Doctor is the learned theologian who explains the meaning of the play.
‡”Depart, ye cursed, into everlasting fire.”
This is Part 12 in a series of Sunday segments from this allegory, which I am sharing as much to educate as to entertain. If you have continued with me from the beginning, many thanks to you. But if no one else enjoyed it, I certainly did. I studied this drama in college, but that was a long time ago. It was nice to go back and refresh my memory. 🙂 If you missed any of the previous posts, you may read them here: Part 1: Messenger, Part 2: God, Part 3: Fellowship, Part 4: Kindred, Part 5: Goods, Part 6: Good Deeds, Part 7: Knowledge, Part 8: Confession, Part 9: Other Companions, Part 10: Strength & Beauty Depart, Part 11: Into the Grave.
Everyman is the best surviving example of that kind of medieval drama which is known as the morality play. Moralities apparently evolved side by side with the mysteries and in England were, like them, acted by trade guilds, though they were composed individually and not in cycles. They both have a primarily religious purpose, though their method of attaining it is different. The mysteries endeavored to make the Christian religion more real to the unlearned by dramatizing significant events in Biblical history and by showing what these events meant in terms of human experience. The moralities, on the other hand, employed allegory to dramatize the moral struggle that Christianity envisions as present in every man. The actors are every man and the qualities within him, good or bad, and the plot consists of his various reactions to these qualities as they push and pull him one way or another—that is, in Christian terms, toward heaven or toward hell.
By my own admission,
Your happy addition
Since your first arrival
Brought my heart revival.
I fear your attraction
Is my great distraction
For when you are nearing
I find you endearing
And your full enjoyment
My fondest employment.