Sweet Hollow of Lincoln Beams

My first original poem. Written in April 2023, for a very special occasion.

Beneath the trees of earth enchant

Strokes of heaven grandeur, perfect Rembrandt

Against the snow is curling smoke

Tranquility and peace evoke

Sweet hollow of lincoln beams

A burrow of my wildest dreams

An open door, a smiling face

An between, a liminal space

Beyond this point, I’ll go no more

My coat is hung beside the door

In this home are many rooms

Bestowal of the open tomb

Near the fireside I sit

In chair and room alit

With an open book and empty mind

Penning thoughts about mankind

All around are books of old

Haloed by the ambient gold

Of candles and lamps and fire

Satisfying a deepest desire

My gaze transfixed, upon the flames

Golden gates, inscribed His name

Close of winter, breath of spring

Hear the multitudes sing

A mug of cheer within my grasp

To soothe the soul and ease my rasp

All at once, it’s coming on

A drowsiness and inevitable yawn

The night is long, the hour at hand

Sleep is a foe I cannot withstand

Yet I’m at rest, no need to fear

There’s a peaceful warmth here

Day is dead, dim my eyes

Here I’ll stay, until sunrise

Ultimus Esques