All has been said before

All has been said before:
Is this sufficient reason for silence?
There is nothing new under the sun;
Is there, found in this, cause enough to halt creation?
Oh, the blessed tongue who re-forges molten words,
Echoing the rhythms of forgotten blacksmiths,
Yet crafting its armament with incomparable gilding!
That joyful brush that parts the day-worn light
And crafts the reborn prism of a silent, time-stilled masterpiece!
Shrink not from words for the sake of ancestry.
Laugh not at your newly created galaxies of reflection
For their rough-hewn nature,
Nor for the fact that they, too, share the common stream of human thought,
As did their predecessors.
Fashion, shape, conquer, press on!
There is nothing new under the sun;
Yet nothing is the same.
All has been said before;
Yet these words are ours.

Wilt not, O silent flower of the soul

Wilt not, O silent flower of the soul,
Fragile sprout of hope's light and heaven's water.
Thou who rests on the edge of heartache's cliff, in bold
Defiance of the cutting winds that blow
Across you heedless, thrusting, cold.
O valiant bloom, adorn the hair of sunset's daughter
That she may find her beauty whole.