All-embracing Bliss

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

“this truth the poet sings

   That sorrow’s crown of sorrow is […lost] things”  ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson [rewritten from Locksley Hall]

The happiness we know compounded of

The deepest diamond and deepest gold

Once unified as one perfection, love

As mystical as Christ and God of old

Before the thought of time, the Holy Ghost

As One with them impossibly, but not,

The Three of Them as One before the host

Of heavens, angels, all that God begot

Was first conceived, before the stars

And constellations, galaxies in flight

Appeared, before the thought of cross-spike scars

First hurt, before all sorrows found their night . . .

That happiness is what high human hearts

Desire—that comes from only sacred charts.

May 16, 2026