I expected five. But for some unknown reason, four came before three, shortly after two. And that told the whole story. As well as five could. Reading them over, I sometimes see a fifth there, and sometimes I don’t.
Tag Archives: God
Sonnet III: Scions
More tragic still are They Who, yet unborn,
May never be; or Who, once born were not
To ever see what prize Their Birthright bought.
Olympian, Their Blood aflame; yet mourn
They not, for know They not, how They were torn
From out Their Mothers’ Arms while still She fought,
Believing They, with Holy Blood, could naught
But thrive. They know Their Legacy as scorn;
Yet not why They, your legions, chafe to join.
‘Til you, upon Their Mothers’ Throne, decree
And point “This is a god; and this is not.”
Defining ugliness as beauty, point
And sneer “Art thou as beautiful as we?”
But fear to know the answer you have wrought.
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Intro 3: I Think I Now See:
How will evil fall?
Shall it be ground underneath
Purely distilled truth?
Truth and good and right
And beauty cannot be stopped.
Many will have died–
For this, gladly die.
For truth is all that we have.
Truth, and nothing else.
All beauty and right
All goodness and all kindness
Come from perfect truth.
Distilled by reason
Distilled by our harmony
With the truth itself.
Sonnet I: Creators
And who are you who rape my Gods when long
Have They returned to ash, and dust, and bone?
What right have you to dash Them, cruelly thrown
And bleeding, from the Heights where They belong?
And who are you ignoble beasts; you throng,
Who violate and scourge Them unbeknown,
Then take your turn upon each vacant Throne
While still They fall, unknowing, from this wrong?
Do you believe your acts are in the right;
As though belief could claim to sanction rape?
Or take you carnal pleasure in the night,
While horrified Their past devoted gape?
Or do you quake with fear while knowing well:
The least such lie will have you burn in Hell?
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Sonnet: Creators
And who are these who rape my Gods when long
They have returned to ash, and dust, and bone?
No right have these to slash Them, cruelly thrown
And bleeding, from the Heights where They belong.
And who are these ignoble beasts; this throng,
Who mutilate and rape Them, unbeknown,
Then take their turn upon each vacant Throne,
While still They fall, unknowing, from this wrong?
Do these believe their acts are in the right;
As though belief could claim to sanction rape?
Do these take carnal pleasure in the night,
While horrified Their past devoted gape?
Or do these quake with fear, while knowing well,
Their lie alone will have them burn in Hell?
Sonnet: In Shadow
So often do I feel myself alone;
A shadow-being as dwelt in shadowed land;
Within a hidden place of shadowed sleep;
To drift within the dreams of others; and
Although I live surrounded, I am prone
To wake whilst do they rest. So lonely, I;
At best: am tossed to shadows and their keep;
And, though I prize the quiet time thereby–
Such times, surreal they seem; as unbeknown–
Am I, to any life beyond my mind–
Enveloped, parallel, and buried deep
From all of God’s creation–misaligned.
Until I’m thrown, myself, to dream; and make
To leap and join the world, wherefore I wake.
Sonnet II: Long Foretold
But once, I watched thee once, from far away,
In hopes, imagined once, to earn thy rest,
While daring not to dare this sweet display
Were all for mee–that dare I be so blest–
That bid thou might, and bid me soon, this day,
Thy song, to comfort bid, thou once professed.
To hour, and blesséd hour, to lay in sleep,
But soft, in soft congeniality;
To fade, this dolour fadeth by the hour;
And touch, so light thy touch, upon mee keep.
So round, thy lighted circle, ’round us be
Reborn, so safe reborn, within thy bower.
And would I hold thee safe, and would thee well;
As children, long ago, would long foretell.
- I answer she,
who hath for me
this place forever kept.
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