Thank you for that splendid: Thank you for that splendid cimment, and for the compliments at its conclusion. And most especially, thank you (and I an glad to say it again) for posting your magnificent poem, which I look forward to visiting again quite soon.
it truly warms me:
Always a very fine pleasure sir. You put a smile on my face. And it’s been a rather drab day, until now. Got news my 94 year-old aunt passed today. So it truly warms me.
the endless sea of time:
October is by a wide margin, my favourite month… a time when ancient ancestral things creek upon the wind, and return to talk to us – reminding us of our ghosts and the past and the things that liquidate time… but return to us for a month, under moonlit nights – to reawaken and invigorate our sense of connection with all things past… like the secrets that rain down with the falling leaves … or the whispers that rise on the hallow sparks of a bonfire… or the sensation of ancient serpent gods dancing amid the fermented scent of a wet forest floor as the wind rustles… or the drifting scent of a neighbour’s pile of burning leaves, that tingles your brain stem – causing your animal soul to leap out from behind your eyes – fully winged, into an open crisp sky…
all in step with
the immeasurable,
the unknowable,
the ungraspable Light
Recycling that ever eternal question…
who will we be when
the world is done with us?
Ripples – forever going outward – on the original sea… the endless sea of time.
Only to curl back and remind us, come October – that we are home again.
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one of the better angels among us:
We are all of us, called out of the cosmic dust – to create light. Of this, I have no doubt – as we are all children of the light.
The dust of supernovas – we are. From the brightest objects, we are made. A noble dust made of the brightest stars – with the cosmic spark of life.
We are made of that dust – cast out, by an explosion of light.
That is why it is written…
Hebrews 2:7 – You made him a little lower than the angels; You crowned him with glory and honour.
Psalm 82:6 – I have said, 'You are gods; you are all sons of the Most High.
God chooses his materials, very carefully… like a painter chooses his colour palettes… and a poet, his words.
A little lower than angels – crowned with glory and honour… and I take that to mean, we are God’s co-creators of light – or at least, built to reflect it… for we are made in His image, and God is light.
So it is only natural, that He would gather our dust – from the explosive light of supernovas.
And what a bonfire of a beacon we can be – when our human spirits are fully ignited.
And the better angels among us – once again, become shining stars.
You my dear friend, are one of the stars.
And certainly, one of the better angels among us.
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About "They": I was a they once, yep, one of them. They got weird, so I left them. Now, when they speak, I don't listen, because they are probably my them.
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Lady A
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This is one of the most: This is one of the most brilliant poems I have ever read---on this site or elsewhere. This poem deserves the widest possible readership, because it contains a profound wisdom stated succinctly in beautiful language.
Thank you, and I respect your: Thank you, and I respect your view. But I would suggest that your example---Richard III---was, by the time Shakespeare wrote of him, history not politics. And that goes to my point: Shakespeare did not dash off vignettes about, say, the Elizabethan settlement upon the English Church, or the Armada being constructed, or Mary Stuart's connivance with the aristocrats in Northern England, or even about the discovery of tobacco in Virginia. He did not give us a reportage of current events of his contemporary time, or his politics, or any op-ed blurbs as he watched world events unfold. His chief art was Poetry, as declaimed on the stage in the form of histories, romances, fantasies, even some zany comedies---but no op-eds.
'While:
'While dailyPromises UnspokenAre broken' sad, powerful, beautifu
I don't like corporal punishment.
I think it drives anger into hidden places
thought provoking poem