I lift my eyes and pray to God above,
deliver me, dear Lord, from Satan’s Hell.
I come to You with heart brimful of Love,
content to drink life’s water from Your well.
And if, by chance, I do not measure up,
perhaps a drop of mercy from Your cup.
Or maybe I’ll pursue the loving cup
and seek earth’s pleasures not those from above.
The quest of flesh is always looking up
and heaven’s to be found in sight of Hell.
Don’t seek perfection when you can do well.
I’m perfectly content to live on Love.
And, even though I am sustained by Love,
I see beside my plate an empty cup.
I’ll have some wine then go back to the well
and toast the near departed up above.
As, merrily, I make life less a Hell
by never feeling down, just drinking up.
White wine with fish or red with beef sauced up.
For haute cuisine’s a special kind of Love.
The French know food can soothe a burning Hell.
Their balm is butter, gallons, not a cup.
And if gastronomy is spurned above,
my Gallic gut shall even still eat well.
The best vindictiveness is living well,
but vengeance hardly ever evens up.
I’d rather laugh and joke and stay above
the pitfalls and the hard attacks of Love.
Somehow sadness lives within my cup,
overfilled in Heaven or in Hell.
I think God knows that I am bound for Hell,
but no one really knows another well.
Everything I’ve learned fits in a cup.
I hope appreciation lifts me up
because all God’s creations I do Love
and know good things descend from God above.
My palms now form a cup I raise above
to show a life lived well and full of Love.
Lord, get the keys of Hell and lock it up.
Mike Bryant is a poet and retired plumber living on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
A Sestina is a challenging form to take on. To add rhyme, philosophy and a pinch of humor into the mix is admirable – a privilege to read.
Thank You… I wonder if you remember who set the challenge of constructing a sestina in iambic pentameter.
Both of the above comments on the form are telling. For the first, I think that adding rhyme is a good idea, for otherwise sestinas tend to drag along in a rather boring way. It’s interesting how the rhymes get rearranged in every stanza, and the few that I have written always include rhyme. For the second, I would never think of writing a sestina that wasn’t metrical. To make a sestina even more interesting, consider using homonyms and homophones for the words at the end of each line. Most of the sestinas I’ve read are fairly tedious, but this one did not put me to sleep. You, Mike, have plumbed the far reaches of the pipes that deliver the water of life.
Thank you C. B. High praise indeed. It was my wife, Susan, of course, who suggested that I try the iambic pentameter with this difficult form. I decide on the six words. It was a challenge that I really enjoyed.
This put a new twist to the phrase, “In the (his) cups,” but with a more satisfying conclusion!
James, well spotted! I appreciate your astute observation. Thanks!
Mike, this piece demonstrates a mastery of the sestina form, far above that of a journeyman.
David, thank you. It’s interesting that you’ve used the words “journeyman” and “mastery”, since I did exceed journeyman status in my chosen trade, and I am a Master Plumber.
Mike, my analogy was based on the assumption that you had indeed followed the path from journeyman to Master Plumber. I look forward to reading more of your work.
David Watt, I should have known that! Thanks again.
Not that it’ll render it any more decipherable; but it’d seem that the final word in the above esoterica should’ve read “wandered”.
Mike, this is a beautifully constructed and well thought-out poem, where you have given God the option of saving you from hell and delivering you up to heaven or banishing you to hell. I especially liked how you’ve intertwined “the cup” throughout this detailed spiritual poem.
A quite extraordinary and wonderful read. I’ve written only one sestina, so I realize the work involved.
Bravo!
Thanks, Tamara… I was so surprised to see your comment on this poem posted so long ago. I don’t remember working really hard on this one, sometimes the muse does all the work!
Mike, I wasn’t on this board at the time you posted, but I enjoyed your sestina. 🙂