And the sun still rises, after moon and stars shine at night by the same light;
And I cannot help but wonder here below why you even bother to look my way today?
And I know I am but the son of Ḥawwāh, speck of cosmic dust hardly worth your sight;
And yet in your faithful love, Selene so serene, do I trust to guide along life’s way.
Here stand I, then, confident and secure without a murmur,
Ready to leap and dance, hold to your passion to keep…
Rejoice in you, Lady Love, rejoice in me; I once was blind but now I see;
Once did mourn but now I sing; dance in you in the joy you bring!
But sun ne’er shines on the wicked blind, whom the innocent in torment bind;
Oh, no, the ground is marsh for those so harsh; sinking in sickness all their kind,
And kindred, too, as you carry your lover-child to leave such cruelty behind;
Oh, no, I will not remain in isolated desolation, but run in freedom unconfined.
Here stand I, then, confident and secure without a murmur,
Ready to leap and dance, hold to your passion to keep…
Rejoice in you, Lady Love, rejoice in me; I once was blind but now I see;
Once did mourn but now I sing; dance in you in the joy you bring!
Sélená of Truth, O heavenly Dove; celestial Spirit of Wisdom from heaven above,
Radiate in poignant power your beacon light, spread your wings; dispel the night.
Enflame my heart with holy fire that in your love-work your lover ne’er may tire;
Ah! But nurture and fill me with powerful peace; my praise of you ne’er will cease!
Here stand I, then, confident and secure without a murmur,
Ready to leap and dance, hold to your passion to keep…
Rejoice in you, Lady Love, rejoice in me; I once was blind but now I see;
Once did mourn but now I sing; dance in you in the joy you bring!
Note: Originally published in July 2015
Beautiful. I like the images of speck of dust and vastness of love.
I had been looking through Christina Rossetti, probably first time since High School years, and do like her poems.
So I am just messing around, bored at work. Took her famous:
“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.”
and redid it based on your poem:
Who has seen the love? Neither you nor I: But when you are ready to leap and dance, the love is passing by
Have a great weekend!
I love it! Very nice, indeed … thank you, BeeHappee. And you have an wonderful weekend as well!