What confusion, deception, melancholy hovers in heart
From what innocence and faith do you depart
Symbols of knowing in great abound
What is yet to understand, what is yet to be found
Calipers, scales, hourglass, numbers, tools of many a kind
To measure space, time, be they symboled prompts of mind
Functions, forms, objects, tools at hand
What is yet to be within Spirit’s command
Crowned in laurel, wings at rest
Wherein lies the unanswered quest
What deliberation, question or pending plea
What hankering of heart for such melancholy
Mournful feelings known in moments of perceived pain
It is the wretched feeling when shadowed by the inane
Wings alight, mind in knowing pursuit, soul in Spirit’s array
And quelled be the melancholy that darkened the day
With calm resolve, heed I inspiration’s call divine
And newly decreed be joy, the knowing and doing sublime.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Melencolia I, 1514, Engraving, Albrecht Dürer, German, 1471–1528.
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