May 23, 2003



A conversation on a thread prompted me to dig this old piece of dodgy
doggerel out and dust it off....



The Mystery.



Upon a dark, beshingled strand,

Where sea and sky meet with the land,

I stride across the moonlit sand,

And ponder upon the mystery.



All thoughts of sleep have long since fled,

As on the jewelled beach I tread,

The spirits roil about my head,

In endless, bright cacophony.



And as the waves lap round my feet,

The mistress-moon I do entreat,

My lady would you be so sweet,

To answer just one thing for me?



From what deep and benighted place,

Comes the curse of my mighty race,

A curse that I must daily face,

This hard, irrational fury?



The anger at all those who’d try,

To stick their snouts out of the sty,

Those who’d dare to wonder why,

Is there more that I could be?



Whether we’re Christian, Hindu or Jew,

Moslem, Buddhist and Pagan too,

We are treated as a dangerous few,

A dark and shadowed enemy.



Our craziness is plain to see,

As purveyors of sham and trickery,

Our faith ridiculed upon TV,

No depth to our spirituality.



Yet we do not fight against this lie,

We let it continue by and by,

As we drag each other down to die,

In self-defeating bigotry.



Is the time now not truly right,

For us to step out into the light,

Arm in arm in the spirit’s sight,

And declare an end to enmity.?



For the Moslem to embrace the Jew,

And Pagans embrace the Christians too,

Let our love be sure and true,

And set our hatreds free.



Then we may greet a golden age,

Where we’re released from the cage,

Of our own stupidity and rage,

To become all that we can be.



Carpe Luminem et Tenebrum,

Matholwch /|\.