“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
on making poetry
Sunday, March 17, 2024
The son he was mourning
He was thinking about Lucifer,
this his child.
The son of the morning,
Or was he,
the son he was mourning.
How then to redeem Lucifer?
This then his child.
The son he was mourning.
He would, if a way could be found.
Redeem Lucifer.
How many times had he walked?
in the Heavens,
in the cool of the morning,
with Lucifer near his side.
He loved all of his creation,
but the children held a place, special
Next to, his heart.
It was Lucifer who caused,
this great loss.
Lucifer the author of his own,
damnation.
It was Lucifer who placed himself,
beyond redemption,
not God the Father,
of all creation.
How then to mourn, the loss?
This then day of Lucifer.
The son he was mourning.