The ancient poets could only presume
upon a happy reader's memory
to keep the courses of his poetry;
or else more permanent memorial
like unto awkward Vergil's holy tomb;
for only such structure seemed to cope
with that age's depressing lack of hope.
But take this comfort into your young soul:
I know Whom you will have believed, in time;
and knowing Him, I know, also, that He
will keep what you entrust to Him, to be
safe and preserved throughout eternity.
And fret not that you have not yet found rhyme
(I know the kind of worrier you are).
Saved and redeemed; called to write these poems,
now, and also in our eternal home's
venue. there to offer praise and jubilation
(freed from this ruined world's sin and sure damnation)
for the Orthodox Faith, the Joy of Common Salvation,
which is and shall always be my soul's chiefest exultation
among the redeemed of the great congregation,
lit by the Bright and Morning Star;
to which I bear witness in poetry
that praises Christ our Lord eternally.
Starward, an Orthodox Christian
[*/+/^]