We see it on his face,
a gift and miracle:
the making of music
brings him to the brink
of reverent ecstasy.
Within him resides
the word and ideal,
urgently stirring - . . . more
Episcopal priest of many years. Recently trying my hand at poetry and prose fragments. Love this site for the way it lets me see people getting out there with their thoughts and talents.
Hey, David! Thank you for your lovely comments! I have to say that your loving, robust personality would be most welcome at our table any day! Work has been busy, but I promise to write tomorrow! xxx
Hi David, I just wanted to clarify that it certainly wasn't me criticising William Blake whom I revere. Nor would I "disrespect" any of the other greats, all of whom I admire to different degrees (especially Shakespeare and Tennyson; and Hopkins etc etc). No, it was the reluctant adjudicator, St Brigid, patron saint of poetry, who made those outrageous (I thought they were funny) comments. Best wishes Mike
David, I've missed you so much! Thank you so much for your comments on my poem; I have been writing ever so slowly! I will go back and read your message now... work is so busy these days, that I feel like I'm stealing moments from work (which I am!), but still, thinking of you, and so glad to see your work again!
