an original poem by Helena NoelOut-bloomed the morning rose, And kiss that midst of Winter warmed Has hearts, in Summer, froze. This, 'cause light of lover's heart Is easy to behold When Nature sings out dirges of The truth of dark and cold. Though inner light is clearer seen When dark is all around Its also true, when lifted high, That clouds obscure the ground. That's why the man with nothing owned Has sight obscured by naught, While eyes are blind as gleam of gold Blocks out all careful thought. Note the hero of the hour Who sees through devil's bluff: He's oft the poor man, coarse and dour, The diamond in the rough. That's why the bards have long sung of The humble lifted up They know the fount of light will fill A dark and empty cup. © Copyright 2013 Helena Noel (theepic95 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. |
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| 1895 painting by Edwin Austin Abbey shows Arthurian knight Sir Galahad discovering the Holy Grail |
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