A Thanksgiving?

By Rajani Kanth

 

There’s thanks

Yet to give:

And life

Yet to live

 

There shall rise

A philosopher-king

drunk deep at

The Pierian Spring:

And S/He shall right

But Everything –

 

Of course S/he  will

not be king

but a  wraith ,

spectre,

a changeling

 

No star shall shine

nor angels sing

but  plebeian tones

shall   roundly  ring

 

Then  will  earthly

mystery yield

whence shall we

All be healed

 

*

 

Rich in   totem

and  taboo

be they false

or  be they true

 

In idolatry and

make-believe

what splendiferous

yarns we weave

 

In fear  is bred

our darkest  dream

in fear  is stilled

our mortal scream

 

In fear we care

in fear we dare

dread  ekes out

the lifeblood stream

 

*

 

But bon courage!

light of lights

is here:

courage!

night of nights

draws near

 

We shall wake

for goodness sake

and  will be shown

all crystal clear

 

*

 

See  the  lotus

smiling at the moon

dark hued and

in purple  swoon

 

See serpent slither

the wet grass wither:

the red rose fold

the white rose dither

 

See  Good assemble

and   Evil   tremble:

now who be  there

to dare dissemble?

 

For Deliverance is Nigh –

not by and by

but, I swear

(and witness bear):

Eftsoon , eftsoon,

Eftsoon !!! 

[© R.Kanth 2021]

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Professor Rajani Kanth, Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations, is Trustee of the World Peace Congress