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 Borrowed Earth by Sasha Foreman Something Eerie by Caitlin Friend Land Now Lost, or an allegory of humanity by Blair Mitchelmore Kings of Sand by Evan Greer Life by Adam Hernandez submit a poem for next month's edition  |
Borrowed Earth by Sasha Foreman Nid oes gennym hawl ar y ser, Na'r lleuad hiraethus chwaith, Na'r cwmwl o aur a ymylch Yng nghanol y glesni maith. -Ellis Evans "Y Blotyn Du" We cannot say which things are ours For nothing did we ever make The things we have, we've borrowed, for We own no land nor tree nor lake. The wood of which we've built our houses, The windows made of humble sand, The stones with which we pave our kitchen, Are given us by God's great hand. The very air of which we breathe Is His alone and His to give. For He gave us the breath of life Gave unto us our will to live. And as the Lord can give us life So too can He take it away. We've borrowed all his Earthly wonder To yield it back on Judgment Day. And thus 'twill be when man must die: We'll yield back mountain, wood and cove. And join His grace, no more in debt, As guests within His vault above. No single age can claim the stars Nor claim the moon's sad gaze No single age can claim the clouds Within the azure haze |
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