Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Sagebrush Philosophy

My great-grandfather was an amazing man. He was a pioneer, inventor and poet. When Canada had a competition to create our national anthem, he submitted a song entitled, "Canada, my Canada". This song actually won the competition, but because of the remote location in which he lived, my grandfather never found out soon enough to claim the prize and so "O Canada" was chosen instead. My mom recently gave me a book of my grandfather's poetry called Sagebrush Philosophy and I have been enjoying it immensely, here is one poem that I'd like to share with you.

When Comes the End of Wars?
When man to man shall brothers be
And all the world from bondage free,
No starving poor midst luxury,
Then comes the end of wars.

When Total War has made men see
The Light so they may well agree
That nations must united be
To put an end to wars;

When all the world has seen the fate
Of selfish crimes as up to date, When all unite to guard each state
Then comes the end of wars.

"It can't be done," we hear some say,
For there are those who think and pray
That all the world must run their way
Whate'er the cost of wars.

In eighteen-hundred-sixty-one
The same old cry, "It can't be done,"
  'Twas fought by every mother's son -
A bitter civil war.

In the land of the free and the home of the brave
The South declared the North were knaves
To order freedom of their slaves;
They claimed a righteous war.

They'd bought their human slaves with gold
As chattels by the law to hold,
  To work till they were dead and cold.
They asked God's help at war.

Their slaves showed loyalty complete,
They meekly bathed their master's feet
So they might have corn bread to eat,
  Why, then, a cause for war?

'Twas Honest Abe who then did say
That some must learn the hard, hard way,
That justice will at last hold sway
Whate'er the cost of war.

The slaves were freed; the battle done;
The North and South have since been one;
And one they'll be till Kingdom Come -
A union bought with war.

Roosevelt and Churchill out at sea
In that great charter did agree
That "Mankind must alike be free;
This war must end all wars.

"Freedom from want where all may share
God's wealth of land, of sea and air;
Of independence everywhere
When Justice outlaws wars."

When Armageddon tales are told
Of statesmen and of warriors bold
Who fought for freedom, not for gold,
And won the last great war;

When Total War these words explain
"Ye humans must be born again,"
So peace on earth may ever reign,
That war will end all wars.

- Victor W. Heydlauff

Monday, 2 April 2012

A Lenten Psalm

Hollow.
Broken inside and beginning to slide.

Emptiness.
That fluttering gut that won’t calm down.

Pain, angst, rage and despair.

Betrayal.
Knowing my foundation was sand – as the waves of panic rush in, my eyes desperately scan the horizon – devoid of hope.

You were my god, but you were no God.

Faith, hope and love?
A mere childish fantasy!

But yet…
Wrapping me tight is some mysterious great love
            I fight against it;
            Refusing to believe that anyone could love… me.

I hold on –
Trying to grasp the infinite fragments of my sanity.

Lost.
Staring blankly through time and space; unmoved by all of creation’s splendour.


“Hosanna!”
With a loud cry, I behold the Messiah
His beautiful eyes warm with love… and hurt?
I turn away, knowing that somehow, I am the cause of that pain.

“Crucify Him”
The words rip my throat raw as my screams blend with those of the throng.

I gloat with malice as those terrible, loving eyes close in agony.

“It is finished”
That foul lover; broken, his ruined eyes devoid at last of that suffocating love.



No sleep.
I go to the tomb,
Where is he?

Collapsing to my knees I am confronted with those piercing, loving eyes.

He picks me up –
            And for the first time, my fury and rage depart.

I gaze back into those wonderfully warm eyes as he softly whispers…
“I… Love… You…”