Life's Little Lamentation

Recently a lot of things went through my mind. Just this morning I was in a lecture about 20th century war poetry, and we're listening to the lecturer's chanting of Thomas Hardy's Convergence of the Twain . Her words never seem more true and real than what she said that moment about the time-transcending nature of Hardy's poems. I felt though that it seemed to have me reflecting on the opposite of what I should have felt. If ever two opposing forces should be destined to meet each other in the vast sea of people, why should it then be destined also for them to leave each other? It's sad beauty isn't it, to have to see people parting ways, and that sudden swing of mood left you wondered about those jolly moments that those two might have shared. I was just wondering if ever the Iceberg was supposed to cross its path with the Titanic. Two splendid creatures, one by The Almighty, the other Man himself - should it ever be so significant that it be told years later o

Sometimes words aren't the assurance that you want you need a hug, an action that is visible unnoticedly to ease your seeking heart; but rather impulsively your mind tell of the wrong things that should not have been but have yet happened to dent your fragile soul "To what extent my heart should cry out!" it claims too naked for the eyes to witness but still the suspicious heart trembles for it knows the truth; Alas, truth and lies and smiles and sighs hated for hiding behind the grinning face pretenders to the throne, scourges of the tempestuous sea

Hey, there's a season to celebrate goodness! the season is near - it might have passeth or maybe it is just near. Hey, there's a season to celebrate goodness! the joy of victorious war, the sumptuous famine the bewildering pollutions. Hey, there's a season to celebrate goodness! where heart is left at home, and loneliness speaks aloud and laughters shared oneself. Hey, there's a season to celebrate goodness! a season that is near, but everything that is needed seems so far.