The Invocation
Language: English
It is a trek. We see that now.
A ribbon unfolding, extending to eternity.
Byways and detours,
sweet havens and ambushes, bulrushes
branch out and beckon south,
like unknown channels at a river’s mouth.
We are tempted, we succumb,
sometimes dangle from the bottom rung.
All the while echoing the saddest songs we’ve sung.
The void means no harm, wishes well,
offers courage, but who can tell
if its lessons will be learned.
And still we ask: Why must happiness be earned?
Authorship:
- by Mark Abel (b. 1948), "The Invocation", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [
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This text was added to the website: 2020-11-24
Line count: 13
Word count: 82