A Path Too Fair**

A Path Too Fair**

A Poem by Paris Hlad

The Path Too Fair

 

A bell is softly ringing

In the bistered hand of day,

And I am standing on the steps

Above the little cay, that slips

Beneath the fishing pier

And drops into the deep,

To which my mind

Has wandered

In its loves,

 

So long asleep

 

It rings from out the steeple

Of a church some blocks away,

 

And in its staid recital,

am pleased to hear it play;

 

I sense in it an unshed tear

That it was meant to wake,

And in a swell of sentiment,

My heart begins to break

 

It seems as if a thing I dreamed

That moved me long ago

Whose purpose then

I could not guess

 

And value did not know

 

It bids me down a path too fair,

A way too dear to dare, for I am old

And cannot risk the beauty that is there

 

Yet I will share a thought with you

That I fear to advance �" It is that though

We have but love, love lives our full expanse

 

We are the portrait’s vibrant paint,

The face, both fresh and dear �"

The essence of the miracle

 

That gives life meaning here

 

We are God’s goodly masterpiece,

The logos in the art; the noble hand

That lifts a lamp and leads a tender heart

 

We are the waking of a mind, the scribblings in a tome �"

The looking back upon the bay, as we are going home

 

Nostalgia is more than a time we in our need recast,

It is the pith of all we love, both now and in the past

It is the joy, and every pain that we in wonder hear

Upon the sounding of a bell, when God to us is near

 

I pass a tower on my way, and silently it stands,

And I am mulling how its clock

Is round with moving hands�"

 

I hear a bell that rings within; I hear a bell that chimes

Upon the writing of a poem that echoes, as it rhymes.[1]

© 2023 Paris Hlad


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Paris Hlad
Paris Hlad

Southport, NC, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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