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
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