Prayer is a moment of privacy
with God; praying with the Psalmody
of David, heart's friend of Jonathan;
with icons in view and my prayer beads:
as for the explicable needs
(which must not be denied their primacy)
expressed in the faith of Lady Certainly,
these are to be appreciated,
nor by defiant gestures denigrated.
Jesus' promise, even to such as me,
told in Saint Paul's Philippian
letter---that I shall not be left undone---
will be fulfilled, starward, in Heavenly
worship according to that Liturgy.
Starward
First, the title: I know
First, the title: I know enough Latin to understand everything except the first word, but once I looked that up, it brought tears to my eyes . . . and that was before I even read the poem!
This is more than a poem. It is an ascension. So much light streams through your profound, confident yet humble flight into the arms of the Savior that I am left in quiet awe—the type of silence that tells me an amazing thing just happened.
Your emphasis on the word "that" and your mention of icons and prayer beads pay homage to the Orthodox Faith: your portal to this moment, this awakening. Like David and his ecstatic psalms, your experience absolutely had to be recorded, and in this case, preserved in the reliquary of a beautiful poem.
"I shall not be left undone" Truly, the best is yet to come.
Thank you for understanding.
Thank you for understanding. Your comment verifies, to me, that the poem was not written in vain. It has more personal significance to me than the casual reader may either assume or care to know; but you are far more than a casual reader. You are the wisest Poet I have met; therefore you are, by definition, the wisest reader. I thank you for taking the time to read this one.
Starward
Thank you. And it was my
Thank you. And it was my pleasure.