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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Sunday, March 15, 2015
A Fairy Tale River Ribboned Through The World
a fairy tale river ribboned through the world
visible to some, shining in odd places, shimmering
to little children.
some floated boats on it, some cast necklaces of flowers,
the rainbow broidered merely smiled (mysteriously).
it grew, the fairy tale river, past all we knew
past trees in their summer bowers
and where an unseen music carried us
through livid hours, through warlike ravages of time
still bordered with eglantine, with airy castles and with cherried towers;
edged sky to sky in Romany and while
the world decried: "Anamalie!"
etched deep beyond the mire of day-to-day
and told at times beside no fires or where
the fires burned low
and when that failed
and all our harps wept winterly on the trees abandoned to strange orchards