chiasms in literature

[whirlingmerc]

Many portions of the Bible uses chasms.
Proverbs 31, the woman personifying wisdom is written as a chiasm where the center of the poem is actually the husband and the verse is 'her husband is respected at the gate'

Are there chasms in other religious poetry?

Main point in the middle

Psalm 110English Standard Version (ESV)
Sit at My Right Hand
A Psalm of David.
A 110 The Lord says to my Lord:
“Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool.”

B 2 The Lord sends forth from Zion
your mighty scepter.
Rule in the midst of your enemies!
C 3 Your people will offer themselves freely
on the day of your power,
in holy garments;
from the womb of the morning,
the dew of your youth will be yours.
D 4 The Lord has sworn
and will not change his mind, <-------- middle
“You are a priest forever
after the order of Melchizedek.”

C 5 The Lord is at your right hand;
he will shatter kings on the day of his wrath.
B 6 He will execute judgment among the nations,
filling them with corpses;
he will shatter chiefs
over the wide earth.
A 7 He will drink from the brook by the way;
therefore he will lift up his head.

 

[David T]

Who is the joker who is the Thief? Out of where? What confusion? I mean all along the watchtower doesn't even make sense emperically. Scientically speaking it's total worthless garbage.

So what was your exact question about specifically?

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now

1. The hour's late…

 

[shunyadragon]

Compassion

Compassion is the earth,
It is always beneath you regardless of flavor.
It receives all in death,
Without judgment or favor.

Love is the moon,
A beautiful reflection in the lake.
Entwines the favored son,
But fades dancing away in the wake.

Compassion is the sun.
The sun gives warmth and life to all,
Even the dark shadows in the morn
Receive light in the eve whether short or tall.

Love is the moon
Sometime a smile, sometimes not
Dancing in the shadows
Sometimes there, sometimes not

Compassion fills the air.
To some a soft breeze.
Others a deadly roar and a prayer
Not one nor the other to please.

Love is the moon
Playing hide and seek
Sometimes a wink
For those who vainly seek.

Compassion is the sea,
Ascending to the heavens unseen,
Returning again to give life.
Or a grave to some in the sea

Love is the rose.
Beautiful to behold,
When no longer a rose,
The thorns take hold.

God is not a chess player
With the white pieces.
God is the sea . . .
And we are the fishes

Frank A Doonan
Orange Dog Poet