[after the poems of Geoffrey Hill]
So many footsteps wear these Roman roads
down: some to businesses, some to abodes
of comfort; some to schools where thought refines
itself; some toward the sea where whitecaps roll;
and some to penal servitude in mines--
those pits that can consume a human soul;
and some to crosses, Rome's chiefest export
sometimes without a fair trial in a court.
But what about those sent by two or three,
or sometimes in a larger company
(oh, twelve; or, maybe, even seventy);
most of them residents of Galilee;
not purposeless or wandering as lost;
but highly energized since Pentecost.
Their good news---perfect Christianity---
will change the very course of History,
shaking imperial hegemony
(even, someday, destroying slavery's
dark stain upon all of humanity).
On far flung roads that Rome built, all of these
will travel, guided from the Heavenlies.
Starward
[jlc]
Really good
Your knowledge is well received.
KS
Thank you very much!
Thank you very much!
Seryddwr