Monday, January 6, 2014

This Small Glory-Beast




This Small Glory-Beast


By: Alexander Ruggieri



I wanted to share this poem written by my brother-in-law in response to his dog's passing away:



His gentle, faded golden field


        Envelope his earth from nose to heel


Sulking and weary, when once was taut


        Wrinkled and heavy, youth glory naught


                Losing a battle he never fought


 


His breathing once quick and shrilled


        Hastened spring’s sprints, playfully thrilled


Now slow in winter’s melancholy


        Raspy and weak, no season’s jolly


                Sin-suffering, woe to human folly


 


His sweet soulful eyes, ever enthralled


        As memories of stares and winks were recalled


Spoke to me, “why?” O, Solomon teacher!


        Why must he die? O, foul is this feature!


                This innocent, iniquity-absent creature!


 


Pitiless people, putting life to sleep


        Not from their needles, but from sins that all heap


This parable speaks of mystery’s intent


        To uphold the curse forbidden fruit has sent


                While all wonder under Firmament’s lament


 


Alas, time came to a pause


        Eternal sleep’s coming, to cause


All limbs to linger, live sessions to cease


        His confusion the greatest, his pain the least


                 Last minutes and moments, this small glory-beast


 


He’s labeled small, yet discovered right before


        The dust of the earth had opened its door


That glorious is he, who declared God’s being


        And beautiful, all inches of nature now fleeing


                Injected the end! Yet Christ in heart freeing


 


No, not the end of companion’s script


        Even as now, twelve years depart in the crypt


“Not the end,” gently whispered, hovering his ear


        Creation’s redemption, earth’s birth-pains are here


                Satan’s lie of a victory is never to fear! 


 


He groaned, a historical sound of old


        Awaiting the sons of God to be clothed


He twitched and relaxed, now death slowly seeping


       Christ knows the answer to Creation’s weeping


                This hope!  Redeemed glory!  Death is mere sleeping!



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