Resonance | 11
Opening the Tome of Genuine Love by Rachel E. K. Cain
Let us sing a joyful strain Dance in the verdant meadow String gauzy ribbons from young trees Gather the poor from the streets Light candles when the sun bids us farewell Then we’ll join in the fairy’s sweet song Celebrate, for love has been found A bounteous feast for all For the wise are humbled The youth are still finding their way Joy abounds in many a heart Peace affixed on miens No sorrow or pain on any furrowed brow For love is truly a prize The old who once loved so deeply Always will until their last breath Advise the young who hastily give their love And then weep when their darling flees The wisdom they bestow is beloved by all The ancient speak of an obscure lasting love, like a Gilt tome adorned and illuminated with precious stones
Left: David Snoberger, Lancaster Fourth of July, Photograph; Top: David Snoberger, Boardwalk Uniforms, Photograph; Middle: David Snoberger, Forest Sunset, Photograph; Right: David Snoberger, Mounties at Home, Photograph
Though the night may end Moon and stars fade into the dawning day Candles extinguished by the breath of the wind People venture back to their abodes Music fades into the myst, fairies vanish A banquet may be depleted of all delight Nevertheless, Love withstands the centuries