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Dirges Before Dawn

No small amount of sadness comes along
With every kind of death it seems
When at last we lay to rest our hopes, desires,
And forgotten dreams.

Some try to fill the deep’ning void
With distractions from life’s end
While others search for answers
To questions they cannot comprehend.

Pity, worry, sorrow, anger
Despair and all its kin
Bind the human soul like shackles
In parts strangers have never been.

Yet all who stare into the black
Which slowly pales before the dawn
Still hope the light will shine once more
When all night’s fears are gone.

Surrender to the Lord and Author
Of the end of all our days
Is as hard for the human heart to do
As ants who seek to know man’s ways.

From hands which grasp longingly
Or cling tightly to the things we love
Our grips must loosen, our arms spread open
If we’d seek wisdom from above.

So hearken, Heart, and recognize
The still, small Voice which speaks
And cast away the things you most hold dear
And He’ll give you the best of all you seek.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.” – Isaiah 55:9

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Life

A friend of mine wrote a thought-provoking comment, so I decided to edit this post with an explanation for what I believe it means.

It is true that the essence of life cannot be easily distilled into the example of a simple game, but neither can it be fully captured in a poem, story, prose, painting, sculpture, or any other art form. Yet I think life sometimes does lend itself to abstraction, even to the point of making analogies of life events. Sometimes we have the advantage and relish small victories; other times we experience failure when we lose strategic “battles” or feel as if we’ve lost something quite dear to us.

However, we do sometimes get chances to start over again, to pick ourselves up when we fall, and learn from the bruises we inflict on ourselves. Or perhaps the game of life is one played largely against oneself; when one part wins, another loses. Maybe it’s not always a zero-sum game, but well, I think maybe I’ve taken the explanation too far at this point…

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Bishop takes Rook,
How the mighty do fall!
Knight takes Queen,
How they crumble so small.
Then Pawn takes King,
With the air of revolution,
But now the game starts over-
And it’s time for retribution.

-CC

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