Paradiso

Tonight you seek out Dante for your guide, that mystic of the three-enfolding rhyme up circling stairways you’re intent to climb. With lexicon and nieces at your side, you watch the haloed sun begin its glide toward evening. In the air, a hint of thyme and birdsong herald this ascent sublime as if to reach an otherworldly bride. What grace in Alighieri’s tongue! And faith. A foreign land – yet here you are at home in twining verse. The spirit rests, at ease in knowing its own place. Where sits the wraith of worry? Now, with God beside, you roam the low and upper world, its parting seas.