Hallowed Ground

What’s hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker meant not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition’s rod
To bow the knee?

That’s hallowed ground where, mourned and missed,
The lips repose our love has kissed;
But where’s their memory’s mansion? Is’t
Yon churchyard’s bowers?
No! in ourselves their souls exist,
A part of ours.

A kiss can consecrate the ground
Where mated hearts are mutual bound:
The spot where love’s first links were wound,
That ne’er are riven,
Is hallowed down to earth’s profound,
And up to heaven!

For time makes all but true love old;
The burning thoughts that then were told
Run molten still in memory’s mould;
And will not cool
Until the heart itself be cold
In Lethe’s pool.

What hallows ground where heroes sleep?
‘Tis not the sculptured piles you heap!
In dews that heavens far distant weep
Their turf may bloom;
Or Genii twine beneath the deep
Their coral tomb.

But strew his ashes to the wind
Whose sword or voice has served mankind,
And is he dead, whose glorious mind
Lifts thine on high?
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.

Is’t death to fall for Freedom’s right?
He’s dead alone that lacks her light!
And murder sullies in heaven’s sight
The sword he draws:
What can alone ennoble fight?
A noble cause!

Give that, and welcome War to brace
Her drums, and rend heaven’s reeking space!
The colors planted face to face,
The charging cheer,
Though Death’s pale horse lead on the chase,
Shall still be dear.

And place our trophies where men kneel
To Heaven! but Heaven rebukes my zeal!
The cause of Truth and human weal,
O God above!
Transfer it from the sword’s appeal
To Peace and Love.

Peace, Love! the cherubim, that join
Their spread wings o’er Devotion’s shrine,
Prayers sound in vain, and temples shine,
Where they are not,
The heart alone can make divine
Religion’s spot.

To incantations dost thou trust,
And pompous rites in domes august?
See mouldering stones and metal’s rust
Belie the vaunt,
That man can bless one pile of dust
With chime or chant.

The ticking wood-worm mocks thee, man!
Thy temples,creeds themselves grow wan!
But there’s a dome of nobler span,
A temple given
Thy faith, that bigots dare not ban,
Its space is heaven!

Its roof, star-pictured Nature’s ceiling,
Where, trancing the rapt spirit’s feeling,
And God himself to man revealing,
The harmonious spheres
Make music, though unheard their pealing
By mortal ears.

Fair stars! are not your beings pure?
Can sin, can death, your worlds obscure?
Else why so swell the thoughts at your
Aspect above?
Ye must be heavens that make us sure
Of heavenly love!

And in your harmony sublime
I read the doom of distant time;
That man’s regenerate soul from crime
Shall yet be drawn,
And reason on his mortal clime
Immortal dawn.

What’s hallowed ground? ‘Tis what gives birth
To sacred thoughts in souls of worth!
Peace! Independence! Truth! go forth
Earth’s compass round;
And your high-priesthood shall make earth
All hallowed ground.

– THOMAS CAMPBELL.

Awakening

And so it is that we wake to divine light, a light that pierces our eyes and fills our lungs with life. We take our first breath not knowing what has been done, not knowing who we are, knowing absolutely nothing. Even when we become aware of life itself, what a family is, rights from wrongs, we still know nothing. No one knows nor can they prepare themselves for what lies ahead when life has been given to them. Even still, decades after birth some of us fail to realize that what we live is a lifelong journey of self discovery and unique meaning. Everyone serves a purpose in life. Everyone means something. We are all pieces to a very large, difficult, and intricate puzzle that we have to find our place in as it can not be complete  without each and every one of us, and just the same,  our lives are not complete without each and every one of the other pieces. The pieces we need to make us whole. To make us who we are. To help us find our way. To bring us to that place that we belong in this very detailed, very complicated puzzle of life.