<![CDATA[Ars Corvi: The Raven’s Song]]>https://www.arscorvi.com/s/the-ravens-songhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!eyun!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F14949447-280c-4eeb-94cb-69cbcc245fd3_512x512.pngArs Corvi: The Raven’s Songhttps://www.arscorvi.com/s/the-ravens-songSubstackFri, 10 Apr 2026 12:19:20 GMT<![CDATA[To Sojourn]]>https://www.arscorvi.com/p/to-sojournhttps://www.arscorvi.com/p/to-sojournMon, 10 Mar 2025 03:52:52 GMTThis one probably deserves another polish pass some day, but here’s what I got with the time I’ve been handed.

If I stayed home
    despite the call
        to sojourn in strange lands
Could you call that faith?

If honored guest
    promised a dream
        and I judged him a fool
Could you call that faith?

If I caved
    to scoffers words
        and refused to build the boat
Could you call that faith?

If I kept
    my only son
        off the mountain altar
Could you call that faith?

If at my time
    and end drew near
        I withhold my blessing
Could you call that faith?

If I hid not
    a precious child
        from tyrant’s fearful hand
Could you call that faith?

If I chose
    to live in comfort
        and let my people suffer
Could you call that faith?

If walls of sea
    stayed my feet
        and chariots fell upon
Could you call that faith?

If marching round
    and making sound
        seemed a foolish plan to me
Could you call that faith?

If agents sent
    I turned away
        and clung to profane idols
Could you call that faith?

If by faith
    I do not give
        the more the excellent of sacrifice
Where is my righteous witness?

If my faith cannot bear testimony
    how, like Enoch, can I please God?

Now faith is
    the substance of our heart’s longing
It makes tangible our hope

Now faith is
    the evidence Christ is living
although he is not seen

To believe in only
    that God is
        is to accept the devil’s standard
To come to God
    diligently seek
        and trust He will reward

A new city, He prepares
To better country, He calls
If true faith it is
    then from whence we came
        never again return

If those who did not receive the promise walked

So must we
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The grey teaches me color
The cold teaches me warmth
The blanket most unwelcome in the world
    A most wonderful refuge to me
The clattering, bristle, and clamor 
    A soothing caress for my soul

My coat was claimed to be a shield
It has been found wanting
Hours too long
    the sun has left
Shoes unready
    socks soaked through

By all logic, I know
    this should be misery
By lack of it, I know
    logic left with the sun

What’s left is a piece of a space
    a place the sun cannot reveal
The space where I first met Peace
    and go to visit her more
]]><![CDATA[アギ]]>https://www.arscorvi.com/p/d05https://www.arscorvi.com/p/d05Sat, 15 Feb 2025 03:14:39 GMTAs I journey into appreciating more poetry, I had to decide how best the use the little time I have for it. I would like to talk about it, but writing it is the more fun option to focus on and I haven’t really sat down to do that since I was in grade school.

Also, it is apparently a holiday today, so I’m going to say this was something special for that.

Shoutout to , , and for suggesting some poetry for me to read. I’m working my way through those. If the piece to follow is good, you can take credit!

If not… We’ll just say I haven’t read enough of your recommendations yet!

An amber shred
    of heaven’s veil
Twirled to fancied whims unseen
To reach, to take,
    a doomed avail
The gifts to keep,
    has freely been,

Given in
    its radiance

Enlight our homes
Nourish with tendered meal
Let it fill,
    let it guide
The beauty of this life we’ll find

Turn the chariot’s wheel
Stud the night with jewels
Tame, control,
    and harness, we,
And soon to heaven’s heights we’ll see

Yet our eyes
    so ever wander
From the charge
    we are to tend
For strangers passed
    there in the shadow
And like starving beasts...

We chase

For luck
    we pluck
Strand of the veil
As we race
    we feel its heat

Mounting
Great
Pushing on

Compelling
Engulfing
Consuming

It hungers more,
    and then it finds
Our hidden parts
    on which to dine
It beacons each
    for all to see
Branding deep
    indignity

Our passions run out
Our scars now cool
We read the wisdom
    etched in each

Humbly recede
Our posts to tend
You,
    perhaps,
        learn joy again

When is left
    no more than embers
Sheltered in
    their nest of ash
Too late,
    we’ll think,
        to take it in
And with its warmth, bear the last

Our hands are cold
Our joints unmoving
Longing we gaze
    A winking glow

No parting kiss
The last speck dims


Silence burns...
    its form we never knew

When we reach what lies beyond,

Will its form
    be new there too?

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(You came here for amateur professional philosophy and fiction, obviously…)

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