This poem is an emptied heart. An "orison" is a prayer, so this poem also is this. It is a prayer of repentance and return and renewal, and of the humility required for all three of those. The poem begins as the ultimate surrender: "take me." You can have my life. Do what you will with it. I am yours to use. This is a prayer which welcomes so many sinners into the fold. Somehow we Christians still tend to use it for the rest of our lives. Because we forget. This poem is a poem of remembrance and regeneration. I hope it blesses and encourages you.
Prelude to Redemption
A Fool's Orison
I tally every misstep on the wall
I weave tapestries
Fantasizing into errant epics every falter:
Deriving volumes out of every foreign
Errand into which I fall.
Forlorn, Faithless am I, faceless. Fester
faith in me, do not
(who am I to offer voice)
Forgive me every mindless phoneme
Every careless motif which I
overwhelm the murmuring with
dousing waters drown the wayward
dreams which drowse the dales and heightened dells,
every sunken swale – within my inscape, swallowed
By devastation’s drought.
Seed within me streams.
– to pour out songs begotten by my soul,
To pour out psalms –
As sunlight o’er this shadowed shoal
and saturate this fool’s ephemeral doubt.
An line-by-line explanation of this poem will follow in a later post...