Saturday, October 9, 2010

Toward the Light.

                                                 Brenda Bryant


(A Cinquain.)

Steep, never-ending, exhausting.
Sun-lit, shadow-dappled, rising.
The concert-hall lies beyond.



A bit of work, a bit of chat,
A bit of harmless this and that.
I played at work and worked at play;
I flitted about from day to day.
Really! Since 1961
What exactly have I done?
Just built a 'harmless' little life....
Teacher, mother, friend and wife.
Meanwhile, while my back was turned,
Someone with real ambition burned!
In our thirties, way back then,
He turned his back on affairs of men.
While I just skittered about the place
A stupid smile on my fatuous face!
No, it wasn't quite as bad as that,
But it was no Magnificat!
Mejorado del Campo, a name that rings,
With the liquid sunshine of Spanish things.
And it is there that Justo came
Not to anguish, not to blame,
But to build his own stairway to the sky,
Year by year as time went by.
Removed from his Order, for he was ill,
He felt a heavenly calling still,
And he sold some land for the wherewithal,
To build a Cathedral, high, wide, tall!
Yes! A Cathedral! Give some thought
To hobbies like knitting, bird-watching, sport!
Just think how I have spent my time
Writing nonsense things in rhyme!
For forty years, you must agree,
We haven't shown much constancy.
Whereas Don Justo made a start,
With religious fervour in his heart,
To dig and delve, and scrimp and save,
All the way till he reached his grave.
On his own he made foundations,
Without any plans or specifications.
Built the walls and built the piers!
Single-handed! For forty years!
Now Don Justo and I are old.
His story continues to unfold.
He works each day on his great vision,
Not always with excellent precision.
In fact, the powers that be have stated
That his great Cathedral is over-rated;
That it isn't safe. They come from the town
And view its magnificence with a frown.
He knows that, one day, it must go.
But still he works, though he's old and slow.
But for now it points up to the sky
A little quirky but wide and high.
How he's laboured, how he's yearned!
And all of it while my back was turned!


Laura said...

so much here...don't know how to respond...but happy to have been by to read your powerful words and view your gentle image.

Boom Nisanart said...

Love " Toward the light "
Great line, light and angle.
Everyday Melbourne
Everyday Shot
Everyday Mr Puddy

Gunsside said...

Very beautiful b&w shot
Have a nice day ;)

Dragonstar said...

Those steps in your first photo look thoroughly daunting! It's a good composition.