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.”
Sorry for the hiatus. Life happens faster than blogs do sometimes. In any case, we are back, interrupting our more or less chronological journey through a lifetime of trying to be a poet with something seasonal:
Oh Sight beyond all Seeing
Oh Sight beyond all seeing,
Light in the dark of the sun,
Fact behind the face of Being,
Second of Three in the One:
What motive could have moved you hither thus?
The Life that was ever begotten, never begun,
Began to be born, to mourn. For us
The daring deed was done.
Burned by angel-light,
The shepherds’ eyes were blind
To everything except the sight
That they went forth to find.
It was a Baby wrapped in swaddling clothes,
Laid in a manger: such had been the sign.
The sign they saw by then still shows
The perilous paths that wind
Between the Tree and the Tree
This much the sign makes clear:
The Light invisible we see,
The silent Word we hear.
What motive could have moved Him hither thus?
We hear pegs pounded, see the thrusted spear,
We hear, “Forgive them!” Now for us
The day of doom draws near.
Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ other books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty. And don’t forget his newest books! Deeper Magic: The Theology Behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Press, 2016) and An Encouraging Thought: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of J. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018).
Donald T. Williams, PhD