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

The Master of the Universe
The Master of the Universe

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.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

Donald T. Williams, PhD


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