Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; Apostolic Letter From Evaristus, Bishop Of Rome

From Evaristus, Bishop in great Rome,

this missive is dispatched.  Holy Brethren:

we bring news of great sorrow (yet great joy

in Heaven), Elder John, the last of Christ's

Apostles has died outside Ephesus

(a city full of superstition in

which Faith in Christ's Gospel is thriving well,

since first preached there by venerable Paul,

on whose thirteen epistles we composed

our student treatise after he had been

martyred by Nero, that most damnable

heinous monster of foul memory).

Friends of ours witnessed John's peaceful repose.

Until his last breath, he---repeatedly---

reminded all to love one another,             [ 1 John 4:7]

for Love is God's nature; and, in His Son,

has been embodied and was crucified

(by envious, and apathetic, men)

and resurrected to secure for us

the blessing of Salvation's certainty

and its abundant generosity.

More come to Gospel Faith each given day

than have been taken in by heathen rites

or have been sent by them empty away.          [Luke 1:53]

To you, most eminent Bishop, I send

attachments:  John's Gospel, foremost, with three

epistles and his prophecy about

those things that Christ declared must come to pass        [Revelation 1:1]

shortly, that His servants may be informed

nor taken by sudden surprise or fear.

That, too, is an example of Christ's Love,

for perfect Love (as Elder John often

declared to us during his Liturgies

each day) casts out fear from those who believe.               [1 John 4:18]

Even during the vision Christ revealed

to John the most momentous events, He

said, "Fear not," words he had pronounced

more than once in the region, Galilee                                [Luke 5:10, 8:50, 12:7, 32]

as Luke's Gospel informs us splendidly.

We once met John whose gracious courtesy

was offered with sincere humility

and with a genuine and distinct joy

that vivified the words with which he put

the truths he wanted to convey to us.

And seeing this old man's eyes and his smile,

I thought about the adolescent boy

that he had been, just entering manhood;

long-haired; most of the time, shy; and barefoot,             [Luke 9:54]

not more than thirteen years old when Christ called

him, with James, both sons of Zebedee,                           [Mark 1:19-20]

to leave their father's business, fishery,

and preach His Gospel as fishers of men.

As much as I know, brethren, John outlived

all others who had known our Lord, or walked

with Him during His earthly ministry,

or live somewhere within Rome's vast empire

during his years in this world (thirty-three

or so, as Luke's Gospel, the first book, tells).                    [Luke 3:23]

But fear not, little flock, as our Lord said,                         [Luke 12:32]

the passing of those who were earliest

to be led to the Faith cannot disrupt

the solid foundation upon which Christ

has built, and still constructs, His lasting Church,

which has for you assembled all of the

authentic words that Christ's first followers

wrote of, about, and through Him---as inspired,

directed and authenticated by

the Holy Ghost.  This process was commenced

by Paul's friend, met in Rome, Onesimus

who once served as Bishop of Ephesus,

and gathered all Paul's writings he could find.

Through this primary effort, Christ designed

the canons of Sacred Scripture assembled and

authenticated by His Holy Church

to edify the Faithful and secure

knowledge of the Common Salvation to                           [Jude 3]

us, all our brethren and posterity,

that we might worship more devotedly,

and love our neighbors more efficiently.

Now, Brethren, we conclude and will dispatch

these words to you forthwith, attaching to

them our sincere Episcopal Blessing:

Grace be with you, and Peace, from Christ.  Amen.           [Galatians 1:3]


Starward 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the kind of poem, in decasyllabics (mostly iambic pentameter), with linear references, that I aspired to write in the first days after October 13, 1975, when I felt that our Lord had called me to write Poetry as a vocation.  (The announcement of this, on that very evening, during dinner with my parents, displeased them most fiercely; the first of many displeasings in the next ten months).  The first line's use of the adjective "great," is a personal echo---of the first line of the second poem I wrote after October 13, 1975, a poem about Saint Eusebius of Caesrea, the first scholarly church historian (on whom, in January, 1980, I would write my senior thesis at college); the line reading, "In th'warmth and beauty of great Palestine" (written that way because I was then in "puppy love" with a beautiful student from Palestine; unfortunately, the line---which is, admittedly, clumsy and pretentious, did not create the impression I hoped for it).


The theory that Saint Onesimus collected the epistles of the Apostle Saint Paul is not original with me; I read it at college, inn 1979, just prior to my senior year's second term in which I wrote my senior thesis; and I cannot now cite the name of the historian who suggested Onesimus' collection, or in what monograph the suggestion was conveyed.  I will be happy to cite that if such information comes to my attention; I simply want to assert, here, that the idea did not originate with me.


My description of the Apostle Saint John's adolescent appearance is entirely fictive in my imagination; I should like to think it accurate, but I cannot prove it.

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This correspondence of

This correspondence of supreme importance was a bold idea because only the best presentation would do, and you triumphed!

 

Stately elegance, inspiring faith and an epic musicality led me gracefully down each line, or rather, the steps, of your gleaming poetic monument. You threaded Biblical concepts into the unique and fluid elegy like a pro with everything flowing powerfully, seamlessly.

 

I thought it was a wonderful, whimsical touch to take artistic licence and paint an endearingly angelic portrait of the young Saint John.

 

A testimony of faith and a great showcase for your inborn talent. 

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Thank you so much for

Thank you so much for visiting this poem, and for your kind comment.  I am especially encounraged by your comment about the portrait from John's early days with Jesus.  I sometimes wonder if he was not bullied for being perceived as "different," and this may have brought him to the very close friendship with Jesus.  And he alone went into the high priest's house on that awful night preceding Good Friday, and also stood at the cross---the emblem and meas of the ultimate bullying.  I had, last night while writing this, thought of the possibilities of at least one other poem about young John, and your words have encouraged me to proceed with a draft of that idea.  Thank you so very, very much.


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