To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Friday, November 14, 2014
The Honied Buttresses Of Light Uphold
[to St. Joan of Arc]
the honied buttresses of Light uphold
the dream cathedral where the King is crowned
but even in her dreams she stands apart
cast in a rose and lilied light, shadowed by her saints.
no longer the maid of private orchards
no longer the Fairy Tree of Domremy swaying in the breeze