Think not about Watts,
Not Joules over time,
Nor strength of rhyme
Cast from thought scheming plots.
Not one of delta-delta or wye-wye,
Nor yet of turbine against hydro-flow,
Nor Quixotic blades by air or lance
Made to do their circular dance.
This struggle is with powers on high;
And powers here below;
Powers of the mortal mind
And powers of human heart.
The struggle brings him to his knees;
Too proud to kneel, he cannot Heaven please.
A power granted once to another
Now his heart smothers—
Power granted was not announced,
Lest upon the opportunity the recipient pounce
And his heart—as the moment flounced,
And his mind seized up by the jounce—
Fail him.
Power over his heart was given,
Not the power to make it riven
Nor the power to with others be shriven,
But towards unity be thriven.
But the power unannounced remains
With the giver, unclaimed,
While under its weight he strains,
And to proclaim itself the power does not deign.
Awaiting resolution from inside or out,
He finds his words lose clout
And the unspoken is not kind.
Fear of losing dear ones makes him start—
He seeks someone to hear his pleas
Again, the struggle brings him to his knees.
Copyright © 2013 H.K. Longmore
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