Please read the following poem. Then, please click the link and listen to me read it; I have of late found great value in reading poetry aloud. Once you do those two things (it should take but two minutes of your time), you are welcome to read my explanation of the poem or to interpret it for yourself. I’d imagine both will lead to similar conclusions. Finally, if you are so inclined, I would love to hear from you! Thank you in advance!
First, the written word:
Sing, Muse, of rage-
or rather- Desire.
Drive with twin rhyming whips –
Name and Fame-
up mountains toppling, rising peak,
ever crying, out of reach,
“On, on, onward!”
Harpy howl to clamoring poets’ ears
as siren song does fall.
Dazzling, drawing, drowning:
divine-seeming, it pulls
still higher, higher
up Tow’r where language
began and begins
“On, onward, pilgrims!”
So scaling e’er, traipsing eager,
worshippers seeking sanctuary
not for rest
but to exalt,
that which in climbing, we sculpt:
New relic, sainted self.
Oh! To be one of the many few,
who, pious, always “onward”
and yet- when time trickles low-
Wherefore place an icon made
(like us only in its fade)
of substance age-old, ever-new:
Ambition dressed as Holy Muse?
Second, the spoken word:
Finally, a brief word of explanation:
I found myself forcing creativity today, working to compose a piece of music without passion. I was inspired only by the thought that if I finish this, it will be another successful accomplishment to my credit.
But as I realized that selfish ambition was my main motivation (at the moment), I was deeply convicted. Why create at all if what compels me is untempered ambition? What profits it to climb what a favorite author of mine calls “the Alpine Path” if I seek only to plant my lonely, temporal banner at its peak?
And, as in most moments of intense emotion, poetry happened. In scribbling and speaking this poem, I was able to recall why I write and compose: not to glorify myself but, as in the parable, to be a faithful steward of my talents. To do this, I must write to the best of my ability to reflect the true Author and pray that my words will direct minds toward the living Word.