In a heart of stone
a creed of love had been carved
with hammer and chisel.
deep groans of agony
have sounded as a horn in the valley
to reach and echo in the peaks.
years have passed
and attention omitting,
have resulted in moss and dust
filling the grooves of true being.
a wispy white beard now sway from a chiselled face
and crooked hands battle to grasp life’s winter.
venturing from a wooden cabin
high on the snowy slopes,
a young hunters-heart purposefully ascends the rough terrain.
armed with a dagger, an apple and a will
the mighty man to be, climbs high.
he clasps a jutting rock
and hauls himself up and over.
for a moment a glance back down
leaves his senses ambiguous:
humbled by the majesty...
strengthened by the achievement...
he turns to face a dark desolate cave.
with newfound strength
he strides forward
cobweb and moss,
and hand deep dust
cover his head,
fill his nostrils,
and slow his stride.
yet forward, he Must...
upon a flat stone,
“An alter...” he whispered,
the dust, he stroked away.
with his dagger he cut away the ancient moss
the curiosity in his mind
echoed the emptiness in his belly
and he gratefully ate the sweet apple
all the while carving away the decay.
in a heart of stone
a creed of love has been replenished
with a dagger, an apple and a will.
the mountains groaned and shook,
for the wispy beard was thickening and darkening
the crooked hands were growing bulging muscles
and the heart of stone began to pulse with life
tears frozen in bitterness
break free to bring life to one and all.
the carpenter of hearts
steps from the cave of glory
and ascends on chariots of fire to the heavens.
©G. Hermens, 13-9-2011.
a creed of love had been carved
with hammer and chisel.
deep groans of agony
have sounded as a horn in the valley
to reach and echo in the peaks.
years have passed
and attention omitting,
have resulted in moss and dust
filling the grooves of true being.
a wispy white beard now sway from a chiselled face
and crooked hands battle to grasp life’s winter.
venturing from a wooden cabin
high on the snowy slopes,
a young hunters-heart purposefully ascends the rough terrain.
armed with a dagger, an apple and a will
the mighty man to be, climbs high.
he clasps a jutting rock
and hauls himself up and over.
for a moment a glance back down
leaves his senses ambiguous:
humbled by the majesty...
strengthened by the achievement...
he turns to face a dark desolate cave.
with newfound strength
he strides forward
cobweb and moss,
and hand deep dust
cover his head,
fill his nostrils,
and slow his stride.
yet forward, he Must...
upon a flat stone,
“An alter...” he whispered,
the dust, he stroked away.
with his dagger he cut away the ancient moss
the curiosity in his mind
echoed the emptiness in his belly
and he gratefully ate the sweet apple
all the while carving away the decay.
in a heart of stone
a creed of love has been replenished
with a dagger, an apple and a will.
the mountains groaned and shook,
for the wispy beard was thickening and darkening
the crooked hands were growing bulging muscles
and the heart of stone began to pulse with life
tears frozen in bitterness
break free to bring life to one and all.
the carpenter of hearts
steps from the cave of glory
and ascends on chariots of fire to the heavens.
©G. Hermens, 13-9-2011.
