The Ninth Wave, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hovhannes_Aivazovsky_-_The_Ninth_Wave_-_Google_Art_ProjectHovhannes Aivazasky, The Ninth Wave (1850)

The Ninth Wave, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

What’s the reason we made it through the night?
We’re but a few of many on the crew,
Surviving grasp of the waves awesome might.
Was it simply fate, our time was not due?

Casting eyes about at each man’s station,
There be many levels from rich to poor.
Wondering if a common faith bastion,
Had a strange feeling but could not be sure.

In distant sky did appear a white light,
Thought it the sun but did not see its eye.
Whatev’r it be lifted hearts at its sight,
Giving a feeling we would not soon die.

It was His cross that provided support,
While His spirit guided us into port.

 

 

 

Interior, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Caillebotte-Interior, Woman at the Window

Interior, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Bluer then the dress I wear is my mood.
In his den I am a trophy captured,
All to do in my prison is to brood,
No dialog, many a wasted word.

To be on the other side of this pane,
Plain air to touch my soul, to be so free,
Walking along the banks of River Seine,
Looking at sails wishing one could be me.

Servants’ traveling is greater than mine.
Go to boulangerie would be a treat.
Even better yet is with friends to dine,
But as any night, in the loft we eat.

Look at those many people on the street,
Each with problems but at times life is sweet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gustave Caillebotte a French painter who aligned himself with the Impressionistic movement painted Interior 1880.  It appears as though the woman is a house cat.  Always basking in the sun’s rays.  Given the posture of the gentleman her presence is not felt.  Just another fixture in the loft.  I feel that she does not want to be a house cat.  She desires to be out in the world.  She may or may not have or wants to have a lover.  To me personal freedom within reason should always be a top priority.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountain of the Holy Cross, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Moran-Mountain of the Holy Cross

Mountain of the Holy Cross, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

As did Moses I come to a mountain,
Not for garnering Thy holy promise,
But to drink the waters from Thy fountain,
And off’r my soul to You without remiss.

My heart is as cold as is the water,
With Thy divine spirit it will soon warm.
Let me not be among Thy rejecters,
For faith will protect me from any storm.

Touching the waters I now feel renewed,
To challenge whatev’r evil I may face,
Destroying it with Thy heavenly food,
Giving thanks to You that I have Thy grace.

Though the path be rough you are at my side,
As there is none bett’r to have for a guide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As the caption under the painting states this painting was done by Thomas Moran in 1875.  The painting is based on a natural phenomenon that caused quite a stir.  His painting is not a depiction of an actual view as he added embellishments.  An link to an article which give additional information can seen by clicking below.

More info

The photo below was taken by William Henry Jackson, circa 1875.

Moran-Mountain_of_the_Holy_Cross,_Colorado