“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Monday, April 29, 2019
Pray, Prey
"Praying is asking; meditation is listening"
At what point-if any-does saintly
become so sacrificial
that death is its ultimate end?
When, if ever, does the heart of an angel,
hit with its own dart,
concede this too
must be divine?
Whence and why does Spirit
move energy so intensely
it reverberates into the material
realm?
Maybe the middle is maddening
to mock me
for the time
I put into making such massive
messes.
I have studied for this test.
All of the questions cannot be known
before-
I have learned
only enough to get by
and yet I try
anyway
I can
to pass-
to move on
to the next question.
Painting by Margaritis Georgios, 'Sappho praying to Aphrodite' before 1843 [Public domain].
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