Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Combining Alliterative Meter (here loosely conceived) with rhyme produces results that just sound so cool that one wonders why we don’t do it more. But maybe the product is just so rich that it is kind of like pecan pie—too rich for our daily diet.
Commentary, 1 Tim. 3:16
Great is the mystery of godliness, given
To men, in Man’s very flesh manifested:
Deftly the wing of Dove descending
On Voice from vaulted Heaven riven
Vouched for His virtue, tried and tested;
Many a mighty messenger wending
Far from the hallowed halls of Heaven
Watched the saints from Satan wrested;
Soon the Sword, asunder rending
Flesh and spirit, flashed, driven
Into joint and marrow, bested
Unbelief and evil, ending
Devil’s darkness. Dare the frame
Of mortal man, albeit mending,
Stand before the fearsome Name
Of Glory given to Him who came?
He came befriending.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD