“He who learns must suffer. And, even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.” — Aeschylus.
Some lessons which endeavor to teach
Are ripe with right soundness and joy
Yet some infringe and invade our existence
With rivers of of inexhaustible tears
And if wisdom is sought, as it should be
What then is the profit and cost
Do I gain a life painted in knowledge, profound
Or perhaps earn perturbation and innocence lost
If ignorance is bliss, then why should I try
To explore the ocean’s depths or reach for the skies
Be careful what you wish for, I was warned as a child
Your desires might come true with life tarnished, defiled
Quietly enraptured, our Sun bleeding radiant life
As it rose o’er the horizon, shining to wake me
And now late, the stars kiss the soft brilliance of night
The Sun reflected in the eyes of a voiceless, still moon
Now the nighttide air embraces me
An earthly boundary between me and heaven shining above
My heart, desperate to reclaim any virtuous past
With hope for hidden wisdom and any innocence that might last
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Author:
A.H. Browning (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 11th, 2024 00:15
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a repost to hopefully include changes I have been trying to make. I have tried to update my writing here, but was having some issues, most likely me š¤·š». Anyway, I got tired of getting nowhere trying to edit, so I deleted my original version of this and I am reposting with changes I wanted to make. Enough about that. In my original comments, I stated that I feel wisdom can sometimes feel enigmatic at best. Edward Elgar (composer of the YouTube video attached) almost gave up on composing music. His close friend encouraged him to keep going, allowing our ability to enjoy his artistry. Elgarās internal wisdom told him to stop composing. Thank goodness Elgar listened to his good friendās wisdom to continue; one result is in the video above. On a personal note, any wisdom I have gained has often been in hindsight. I also want to mention my choice of the title for this as I am not sure it translates very well in my writing here. The title āThe Bleeding Sunā and my use of the Sun metaphorically in this writing, is my way of painting a picture of how our perceptions can change. The Sun in the morning shining bright, and through the day shining bright, is the same Sun that is reflected in the moon at night. The Sun remains the same. The only thing that changes is our perception. So, in context of my life, what might have seemed to be a wise decision for me years ago may not seem the same way today. Conversely, what might have seemed to be an unwise choice in my past, might reveal itself as solid wisdom currently. Enigma. Thank you for looking and blessings to you and yours.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
a very impressive write A H Browning.
Thank you for looking and for your kind words. This is a repost of what I originally wrote a month or so ago. (I guess I am officially an old man now because I was having difficulty with successfully editing the original š)
Kindest Regards
Elder AH Browning
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