As a Christian, I am ashamed: As a Christian, I am ashamed of those Christian fanatics who completely subverted and violated the teachings of Christ by doing that to her. Definitely, as Christ said, the tares do grow among the wheat.
Yes kind sir, that was the: Yes kind sir, that was the challenge of the subject matter, to allow for a manageable collection of information where there are so many and sometimes conflicting bits of data and to elect the ones that bring enough leeway to flex and still be in keeping with the general understanding of events which hopefully brings a thought process that could host even the opposing or incongruent views in the one poem.
Having thus said, these fanatics could be or could be likened to the parabalani who were loyal helpers that were employed by the ruling power to help with the terminally ill and dying. That fanaticism went beyond euthanasia at some point and even became a "secret" force to carry out assassinations in the interest of the security of state. A second supporting idea to fanaticism is that having divested her of her clothing within the temple grounds whe was dismembered and her body parts were dragged/paraded around the districts of Alexandria before being brought together at a funeral pyre to purify the city of all the evils she was purported to have brought in her life's work.
I know only the slightest: I know only the slightest information about Hypatia, although I am aware that she was murdered by fanatics, but I enjoyed your poem---which compresses a lot of information in a brief space.
Victim Poems: My "editor", and subject for most of my poems believes this is a victim poem and thinks I can get beyond the blame frame. I do see the your fault finger pointing in this poem but I still like this one. He just might be too vested in the subject lol.
The real issue is you are a: The real issue is you are a humanist that thinks you are a Christian. Heretics are without Grace. That's not saying they can't repent. but, what do you think happens to a heretic at death? Do we all go to heaven miss? Even the ones that don't confess Christ?
There is that sense of the: There is that sense of the land and a distinct feeling of the golden age of travel about a train journey. That has been captured here quite elegantly. Nothing quite like seeing how we get there!
That is quite a connection to: That is quite a connection to have been made, for me it is like the effect of those famous lines:
When You Are Old
By William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Beautiful poem, and that: Beautiful poem, and that second quatrain will, I am sure, come back to me more than once when I enter that final twilight before homegoing.
Thanks Patricia. It's quite: Thanks Patricia. It's quite satisfying to get feedback about this being about time's passage which is one of several ideas that this poem carries with it. Also loving the thought or rebirth and timelessness of the written word. That is fantastic! /Rik.
Your kindness, advice and: Your kindness, advice and appreciation has provided so much motivation and encouragement that without your support, several of my posts would never have seen the light of day. I'll never tire of expressing my gratitude, towering Poet of wisdom and light.
That was exactly the effect I: That was exactly the effect I was going for, and with the validation of a superior wordcrafter, I'm beyond gratified.
Thank you again and again for making my day!
This hypnotic and hauntingly: This hypnotic and hauntingly eloquent spill of words illustrates time's passage, then lands on a note that I interpret as rebirth or the timelessness of the written word.
The variety and deep insight of your collection is astounding.
Both dreamlike and musical in: Both dreamlike and musical in its seduction and eloquence of thought . A poem that elicits satisfaction and wondrous journey of thought. It's capacity to transport the mind is a generous power.
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