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A delicious gem of a four-syllable examination of Lucifer, heaven's hacked gem.
I am a little unsure of the ending, but it seems like some resurrection or reincarnation event.
The devices of assonance and consonance are omnipresent in this piece as in much of your work, grant Sensei.
This is vintage grantian fare, and a pure joy to read and re-read!Last edited by MHenry; 07-27-2016, 10:53 PM.-
Many thanks for reading, Maestro. I don't want to over-explain the ending, but 'your time returns' here is suggestive of a lifespan, a moment of greatness, and the Great Recurrence of Nietzsche. 'We burn to life' simply inverts all routine associations of destructive fire, as in the expressions 'burned to death' and 'hellfire', and suggests instead a kind of necessary, vital energy.
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Another deep write.
For me, an examination of the price of independent will.
I believe one must view the subject metaphorically, to truly appreciate the message.Comment
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Grant, Very pregnant with many meanings. Tight and expansive. Your clipped phrasing is a mighty weapon. I just watched a hackneyed and very bad horror movie in the middle of the night
called The Remaining which was about The Rapture interrupting a wedding party. Your poem today was a welcome relief.Comment
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I have to let this one swirl around me a bit more before commenting further.... i am diggin' it grant hayes !Comment
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St. Michael
I am he who
has your number
wreathed in righteous
faith, armored in
the All-mighty;
battle bruised but
never beaten
side by side we'll
brave your burning
to life...or deathComment
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Yeah Suz-zen - I'm pretty sure I used Grant's poem as a prompt this time - and the inner Spirit was poking pretty hard at me, so this appeared. Just now I carelessly broke a calendar frame, so I must have unsettled someone in the spiritual warfare realm. But I'm strapped in, ready to go, and Grant, thankfully, is an understanding soul and teacher.
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Who is like God?
Behold my hands,
unblessed and whole:
What wound's honour
can cut a song
through angelfire,
or wreathe a brow
unmired from seed?
What can brother's
armour-loving
mightmongery
know of the ray
night made naked? -
man alone stands
in My image
humility-
weaponed, speaking
tongues of angels
holy, wholly
bonded, chosen,
compassion clad,
kindness gentled,
patience telling
love - over all
perfection found
in forgiveness
thankfulness sung
for God alone
the beginning
the omega
in Him all things
even you...began
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oh my! heavens hacked gem! brilliantComment
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