PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The Holy Writ for the believer is

The Word of God, and sacred its purport-

Its text, its strange peculiarities

Seek in words human to bespeak the Lord.



However sacred held,- Writ cannot flee

History’s context, period,- nor escape

The narrow bounds of timely colloquy,-

The age and circumstance that gave it shape.



Words cannot but reflect  and mirror views

Of periods from which they’re handed down,

And at that time clung to as sacred truth,

And treasured holy word to hold and own.



Greek, Hebrew, Sanskrit, English or what not

The Lord Himself made use of metaphor

As men were fit to hear the Word of God

Within their bounds of mind,  their age and lore.



Words never can express the Mystery;

They are symbolic, but have power to create

But ought to lead to an intimacy

With Mystery and be with it cognate.



We say: “she is my  Sun” or “Rising Star”-

“He has a Heart of Gold” - his neighbors said;

Metaphor is this,- (planets are too far,

And metal for a heart has too much weight.)



All language may in fresher channels bend

Evolve, metaphor is expression's meat

Creatively to shape all speech to lend

Due import to an age's hearers need.



Who is with words so skilled and dexterous

And will not bounds and limitations fear?

"I cannot heave my heart into my mouth!"-

Says the devoted daughter of King Lear.



Linguistic forms can not exhaust the truth,

Knows well the sage that over Scriptures pores.

But take recourse and make befitting use

Of ripening and living metaphors.



Provisional and limited is speech;

It bends to serve and fit tomorrow’s line,

And bend again a million times to reach

And rouse the human heart to things divine.