Friday, May 21, 2010

A Day

Today was a hard day. It was a day on the verge of tears. A day full of introspection and search. In the depths of my heart, a vacillation. A foe. A stranger that keeps knocking. The sacredness of a heart. The pain of its separation from Thee.

On Another's Sorrow by William Blake

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief.

Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share?
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?

Can a mother sit and hear.
An infant groan an infant fear?
No no never can it be!
Never never can it be!

And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast;
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear;

And not sit both night & day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O! no never can it be!
Never never can it be!

He doth give his joy to all;
He becomes an infant small;
He becomes a man of woe;
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not. thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by;
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.

O! he gives to us his joy.
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.


Anonymous said...

You possess an immense gift for words. It's time to dedicate the next few weeks, months, years to writing. Perhaps such a vocation is the very thing your heart requires.

Sometimes Somersaults said...

haha. thanks. perhaps in a parallel universe somewhere.

Anonymous said...

Are you really going to say no to writing?

My initial comment wasn’t written in jest. Your blog postings reflect a tremendous appreciation for words and cadence.

Are you familiar with Toni Morrison’s “Burn this book”? The book comprises of edited essays on censorship and the power of the written word. Yet, it also merits rumination on the role that the arts may serve in the celebration and beautification of one’s life.

May you get to sojourn in that parallel universe someday soon.

Sometimes Somersaults said...

No, I haven't read that. I'll look for it. Thanks! I agree re the singular role of the arts.

Never say no, right? Except for when you have to. :)