Remember Now

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, 

while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, 

when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;

While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, 

nor the clouds return after the rain:

In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, 

and the strong men shall bow themselves, 

and the grinders cease because they are few, 

and those that look out of the windows be darkened,

And the doors shall be shut in the streets, 

when the sound of the grinding is low, 

and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, 

and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, 

and fears shall be in the way, 

and the almond tree shall flourish, 

and the grasshopper shall be a burden, 

and desire shall fail: 

because man goeth to his long home, 

and the mourners go about the streets:

Or ever the silver cord be loosed, 

or the golden bowl be broken, 

or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, 

or the wheel broken at the cistern.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: 

and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Ecclesiastes 12

 

The Return Of Magic

Rest with me and remember again

The passage of magic from our realm

Long ago, banished by barbarians.

Grieve for our ages in an empty world

Of brittle sky and hard thin earth;

We should but weep and turn again away

Had we not just seen glimmer

The olden glow’s grainy lustre

Flicker soft where one passed walking —

And had seen others seeing.

It is enough—for magic has returned.

Secretly we smile, knowing.

And with one breath

Wash away our empty interlude

Full only of imitation.

And rest in light together

Far from cold mid-winter memories

Of circled figures on barren moors

Waiting for the sun.

It is enough—for magic has returned.

Lloyd Meeker

As Close As Memory Restored 

You are as close to me as memory restored.

So close the closeness cannot be ignored.

You come to mind, and with your presence blind

With flooded light and peace I find

Whatever task before me gets a portion more

Of loving than it ever got before.

You are as close to me as memory restored.

Memories come at first of you and me

With our bodies being free

And giving lovingly

Our being through our bodies’ door,

Oh, merging union of the more!

You are as close to me as memory restored.

Then memory moves to deeper core,

Earth memories fading from the fore

Beyond memories of all that’s gone before

To memory’s memorable certainty

Of absolutely being, free.

You are as close to me as memory restored.

And from this memory there is no rest

It is the final memory and the best

That I remembered from those brief hours, blessed.

Of memory there’s nothing more.

You are as close to me as memory restored.

David Ish

Hear and Remember

 

Hear Me! 

Hear, and remember.

Remember the straight unshaken lines of power that made and hold this holy earth,

that join the yielded heart to heaven's will. 

Remember the Court of the King. 

Remember purpose clean of guile,

and reason sprung from perfect love. 

Depart the tents of wickedness,

discard the shifting garments of beyrayal and return, 

return to me. 

For behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, 

here there is no death, nor even sorrow,

here the former things are passed away. 

Enter!

Abide in Peace, 

radiant, steadfast, going no more forth.

Lloyd Meeker

 

A Home Among The Stars

From the Shining Citadels

Of Raira’s eternal sphere

Where we had lived and served for countless ages

We journeyed forth

Into the deep of space unlighted

Into the vast void of nothingness

The desert places of the Cosmos

The unused wilderness between the suns

That we might build a place of habitation

A mansion in the boundless heavens

And a home among the stars.

Uranda