Sacred Calm of Mind as per The Oquaga Spirit. Can poetry alter a state of consciousness? So much in the daily news is disquieting. People have resorted to artificial means to calm themselves. This frequently takes the form of tranquilizers or aspirins. Perhaps even worse- drugs. What if poetry alone induce this sacred calm of mind? Isn’t that preferable other means? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a poem called The Day is Done. I think it is a perfect example of poetry’s ability to create the sacred calm of mind. The Oquaga Spirit offered me a shorter poem. The poem, Sacred Calm of Mind, will be presented after this poem is Done.
In 1522, Sir Thomas More wrote (in ‘Four Last Things’): ‘It often happeth, that the very face sheweth the mind walking a pilgrimage, in such wise that other folk sodainly say to them a peny for your thought.'”
THE DAY IS DONE
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Here’s the Oquaga Spirit’s Sacred Calm of Mind
In calm we see a mirror of God.
The lake that’s still reflects the Heavens.
A vision not spoiled by wave or ripple,
And is just as perfect as the sevens.
Be like the uncrossed morning lake
Not touched by boat nor swimmer.
Maintain that sacred calm of mind.
And in you eyes will be God’s glimmer.
The Oquaga Spirit Speaks is available as a product on DSOworks.com. There we also find a thumbnail with a free presentation of the spirit’s poetry. I plan on give recitations on tour. .