At the Solstice

by Larry Chamberlin   Dec 22, 2014


At Newgrange light crept slowly forward
as the sun rose past the banks of the Boyne
until a single finger ray touched the back wall
and illuminated the crypted triple spirals.

Longer this faithful luminance paid tribute
to primitive engineering on Irish soil
than all the bards whose tongues professed
eternal love and devotion to comely lasses.

Yet where is substance found more than
in the heart of one who knows in one second
that this person shall hold his heart in life
though scant decades lie ahead of them.

Let those who follow the way of lust
bow to smells and fire of blood
with hollowed pleasures left in wake
as hopes consumed leave hearts spent.

She for whom heavy struggle cost dear
stands in the chamber alone with me
we know each other like no one else
sure as Lugh touches us with his spear.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This is a beautiful poem reflecting very deep wisdom

  • 9 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    My comment on a Michael D. Nalley thread, Heart Start, which lead me to this poem:

    "There are those who refuse to distinguish between lust and love. I totally accept that lust is almost entirely a physical, possibly chemical reaction. However, to deny love is to narrow ones own possibility for existence. You might just as well deny one's ability to self-effectuate, or even to find true purpose in life.

    For me, love can be broken down into two types:
    For most people, love is accepting a partner that you will at worst tolerate, more often, partner with, and at best grow with.
    For a few people, love is substance. Love is the imperceptible Communication that occurs between rare people. It is the Knowing the other person soon after you meet them, in a way that you do not know even your closest friends. Extremely lucky people are able to combine this experience with lust. In these rare instances, when the lust has worn off, there is a lifetime of substance ahead."

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