Love Is Her Belief and Her Commandment
Love is her Belief and her Commandment
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Love is her belief and her commandment;
in restless dreams at night, she dreams of Love;
and Love is her desire and her purpose;
and everywhere she goes, she sings of Love.
There is a tomb in Palestine: for others
the chance to stake their claims (the Chosen Ones),
but in her eyes, it’s Love’s most hallowed chancel
where Love was resurrected, where one comes
in wondering awe to dream of resurrection
to blissful realms, where Love reigns over all
with tenderness, with infinite affection.
While some may mock her faith, still others wonder
because they see the rare state of her soul,
and there are rumors: when she prays the heavens
illume more brightly, as if saints concur
who keep a constant vigil over her.
And once she prayed beside a dying woman:
the heavens opened and the angels came
in the form of long-departed friends and loved ones,
to comfort and encourage. I believe
not in her God, but always in her Love.
The Descent into the Underworld
by Virgil
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The Sibyl began to speak:
“God-blooded Trojan, son of Anchises,
descending into the Underworld’s easy
since Death’s dark door stands eternally unbarred.
But to retrace one’s steps and return to the surface:
that’s the conundrum, that’s the catch!
Godsons have done it, the chosen few
whom welcoming Jupiter favored
and whose virtue merited heaven.
However, even the Blessed find headway’s hard:
immense woods barricade boggy bottomland
where the Cocytus glides with its dark coils.
But if you insist on ferrying the Styx twice
and twice traversing Tartarus,
if Love demands you indulge in such madness,
listen closely to how you must proceed...”
Dawn Flight
by Michael R. Burch
for Martin Mc Carthy
What is it about love
that defies explanation?—
the weightlessness of being,
the long elliptic climb
into darkness
amid the world’s constant uproar,
the sea’s black waves crashing
incessantly like thunder beneath us,
the long triumphant soar
into thinning contrails of nothingness,
like meteors through ether,
seeing the earth’s dark curve
outlined,
spinning softly beneath us...
gliding, suspended at last,
over the earth pliant and motionless...
feeling, suddenly, the vast
onrush
and illumination.
“Dawn Flight” was published by Poetry Porch as “The Bridge at Dawn.”
Keyword/Tags: angel, faith, god, heaven, love, soulmate, visionary, belief, commandment, desire, purpose, flight
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2020
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