Church bells pealed ecstatic,
Over the city’s din,
“Allah ho Akbar,” minarets crooned,
Loftily skyward,
Temples echoed euphoric chants,
Ingratiating deity,
The ambience collectively created,
Universal harmony.
Psalms, odes, sonnets, carols,
Hymns, axioms, discourse,
Poetry such that penetrates,
Prose that tempts encores
May the omniscient preserve,
Through generations to be,
Daring dons of dialogue,
Gifted with loquacious reeds.
Muses remain adept sorcerers,
With idioms, clichés, metaphors,
Swish wand of the quill, to create,
Excruciating beauty or pathos.
Raconteurs be knights of pen,
In sagas, engaging tales,
Tame fact or fiction with,
Their sharp pointed epees.
Preserving celebrated tradition of,
Penchant for the written word,
Continue conferring on posterity,
Souvenirs of, word mosaics.
The Word was the beginning,
May every beginning, yet be, The Word . . . .
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Comments: 28
Sue - I'm a lousy cook till I lift the pen. There's much to be desired in what I "concoct"(write) but I really enjoy it. Thank you.
Ellen - like minds, similar thoughts . . . . . says it all. Thank you for your kind words.
let word be begining and the end ..and everything inbetween :-)
Audrey - thank you, dear friend. And thank you, for reading this page. Have missed seeing you awhile.