by phillipw | Sep 13, 2019 | Ta
July 14, 1790 The rain slopped on le Champ de Mars so hard It was as if the air had disappeared. For this great morn the bishop gave up card- And dicing-table addiction. Revered By no one as a priest, lame Talleyrand Approached the Mass in front of King and Queen....
by phillipw | Sep 12, 2019 | SO
Preserved Passionate Regret in Zoar: Eve Purified How beautiful the angels are is shown By Lot’s wife. She had reached the safety of The town of Zoar. Angels then had flown Away to angel places, realms of love, When God rained down the brimstone, fire, and death...
by phillipw | Sep 11, 2019 | SO
Anticipation of the Angels Anticipation of the angels in Our lives is like transparent gold. We seek The glow of beauty and the flame of sin With them, a flame as powerful and weak As that from candles. We desire yellow Heat beaming from angelic shapes, but blue...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2019 | SO
Consoling Thought Forget the soul. Inhabitants of you And me are actually our blood and bones, The bones that make our blood and strength, the true Red blood that bathes our brains and carries moans From it to lung and throat. Our hidden parts Are our essential...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2019 | BE
Angles, not Angels The pope is coming to Britain on a “state” visit soon. As you probably already know, the Venerable Bede wrote, in the oldest ever history of England, an anecdote about when Pope Gregory the Great saw English people for sale in the slave...
