Maybe Underneath the Bed Is Sadness
Music: Help, Lord, for
the Godly Man Ceaseth.
Milolaj Gomolka. Sequenced by Boguslaw Krawczyk at Kunst der Fuge.
the bed is sadness,|
Even in the ecstasy of life,
Rejoicing in the gift of man and wife,
Reveling in existential gladness.
Yes, maybe at the heart of things a madness
Cuts through the flesh of pleasure like a knife,
Harrowing the soul with inner strife,
Replacing good with unrepentant badness.
If so, reason not with your despair;
So deep a wound requires deeper healing,
Too deep for any deft divining rod.
More than meaning, you are simply there,
A wonder steeped in incandescent feeling,
Still wrapped in swaddling clothes, the child of God.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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