Serious Play

Love creates by expressing
Each blessing,
Addressing
All man may feel distressing.
Though such grace did he reduce
To mere use;
With abuse:
The eternal makes no truce.
Thinking freedom to be found
Without bound—
Fate confound—
Only bondage did abound.
The man of utility:
Never free;
Strapped is he
By tall demands of Beauty.
‘Hear the song writ in your heart,
My own art;
Now’s your part:
Any time you want to start.’
Remember this sense of play,
Youthful day;
Then He’ll say:
‘In this rhythm is the way.’

For where pride’s perfection ends
Joy then mends,
In the quiet life of homo ludens.