Culture of Death
Culture of Death
Like mindless sheep we blindly follow
all the latest fashions,
Because we're taught to view things
through the prism of our passions;
And so we give in to our lusts,
and covet, cheat and fight;
And then become the slaves of sin,
and say what's wrong is right;
And now while moral weakness reigns
we see our culture wilt,
As more and more we flounder
in the cesspool of our guilt.
8/'05
poem by Sean Wright
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The Song of the Silent Swan
The Song of the Silent Swan
I came upon a swan and asked to hear from it a song;
It said, “I sing in silence, and in silence you will hear
A song far greater-if you will but listen to His voice
Whom you with earthly eyes can’t see, because He is so near.”
“But I am not permitted yet to sing, or I would lie:
For God made me to listen in the silence my life long,
Composing every day for Him the notes of one sweet song,
Which I will sing most beautifully the day I am to die.”
poem by Sean Wright
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The Gift of Time
The Gift of Time
It is a mystery what we call Time:
A little space of day which turns to night;
A little span of sorrow and delight:
Of tearful dirges and of joy-bells’ chime.
And yet its calm, slow-moving, noiseless feet
Can lead to glory-even thru defeat,
Enclose the wicked within their self-made bars,
And lift God-fearing souls beyond the stars!
O but foolish, blind, ungrateful souls are they
That, heedless, see no gift in each new day.
(Based on “A Jubilee Ode” by Mary Elizabeth Blake)
poem by Sean Wright
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