Member Poem

I wonder why the sun withholds her light,

Casting a frowning gaze upon us.

For is she blind to our smiles,

Our faces decked with freckles of tangible decorum;

Our countenances awash with mirth,

The intertwined cycles of gaiety and merry parading the streets of our faces,

For this carnival of happiness not compromised;

Yet our comrade as bleak as a starless night

As cold as the Alpine Peaks;

Where novice hikers are lost

Peradventure the Himalayas where visitors are deaf to their lingua franca,

Lost in its beauty and grandeur yet freezing in the cold,

We wonder the cause of this darkness.

What eclipsed this luminary? 

For who can rub shoulders with her,

In beauty, radiance and splendour

Who has taught her what to do?

If not her Father,

Who has given light to her siblings if not of her own will?

Do they now contend with her in might?

Are they not mere echoing bodies of her resonance in this terrestrial hallways,

Where her praises are sung with relish,

In an ever increasing crescendo,

Filling the balconies of time with her melodies.

They are not her match but help mates,

Her darkness which shrouds her beauty is undesirable

Yet it is not self- perpetuating-

 Neither a continuum of a repetitive cycle,

Her rays breaking forth like bound rains in their storehouse,

Ripping apart the shrouds

She would have approached infinity in her previous state of darkness;

Yet she is not the only son

The many sons of glory of whom the sun belongs,

Allowing love rays to flow-

No need to hold on

She hugs her siblings,

For she is not the only son.