by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | AR
Daughters of Mnemosyne Now what is knowledge but a shadow of Wisdom? And what is poetry but tints Of life and death? Music is only love, Perfected love, spelled out in measured hints, Reverberations set in echoes culled From hummed geometries, from pieces heard In...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | LO
Loving Water Love’s well is living water or a spring Of liquid life. It comes to us. We search It out. To this encounter we both bring Our liplike offering, mouths as in the church Of adoration. Love is full of thirst For us, as full as we for drink. ...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | ON, PH
Ontological Problem Solved We bless the darkness first, if we are true To life. We come from darkness in the womb. We live in darkness half our lives. The blue Stars in the sky above us speak of doom Because, like us, they spend their essence far Too fast. In...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | LO, MA
Force and the Angels Not Thrown Out from Heaven The lover loving you will die but not The love. His adoration, like a soul, Is made of immortality and wrought Like Jesus, Who, eternal, God and whole Man, wholly man, cannot be killed by death But lived unconquered...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | AE, BE, ES, MA
The Right Register: Ecclesiastes and the Sub-continental Indian Christian at Choral Evensong, St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | LO, RO
Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat. A woman wakes. Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorlesss. Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, ST
The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, CR, MA, ST
He Never Came to Travel in the Coach Past Regal Fields with Me ‘A chain was provided to bind him to the stake, and after it had tightly encircled him, fire was put to the fuel, and the flames began soon to ascend. Then were the glorious sentiments of the martyr made...
