True Renaissance
It is the arts that need no God
to crystallize a paradise--
the painter and the sculptor
are aware that through their wrists,
and underneath their fingers grow
a deity that all men know and feel
as mystic blood will flow
into a spirit effigy
and sign a road of stars.
No God need bless the architect
who fills the sky with sacrament;
the symphonist who writes
the stream of tears and joy
that take the air beneath
maestro's baton. No poet needs
to bow his head before
a marble throne...
and why this blasphemy?
It is the arts that feed the mind
and more than we may understand,
define a life beyond existing;
that alone in their own genesis
beyond a thousand years of scrolls
the noble friars passed along,
still speak as if to shake the earth...
that "It is good" may still decree
the very voice of God.
~
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