O, Sapientia, Mistress of Our Soul,
Effulgent glory of eternal light
Spin the wheel of life that you govern
Ordering all within the moonlit night.
O come, fairest Sapientia, lead us into day
With saving hand, on heaven's sacred way.
Life is a short drive,
though the ways be long.
A journey twists and turns
before it can be made straight.
He drove many cars,
most had six windows.
in each window a girl, or woman
peered inward.
one was named ‘love’,
she looked through the front windscreen,
likewise, those named ‘fear’,
‘loathing’, and ‘sorrow’
looked through the four side-windows.
Lastly, the one named Sophia,
(she who stays faithful to the end),
looked inward through a rear window.
Sophia; blessed the road
as it veered this way and that,
until the road let go of the car,
and the car let go of him.
The journey and the man,
became one with the wisdom
of a journey taken,
and though he passed away,
as all travelers must,
Sophia drives ever onward with him.
Sophia laments the flute ~ for it silences man's voice of wisdom
Blessing
the last poem
I’m ever to write
My body
reposing
Sophia’s delight
With eyes
dimming slowly
each breath growing thin
My spark
to an Angel
— as light to begin
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)
“The Sophia Treasure”
The world
turned inside out
And out you came
like a Sophia treasure
sparkling wet and shiny
held in arms pliable
mother of the universe
powerfully cradled
heart piercing
and weaponised
glistening victory
twinned
in reflections
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“The Mysteries Remain”(H.D.)
The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.
She fell and saw the swirling serpent of fears
Lakes, rivers and all things flowing for countless years
Are her tears from her eyes of pain and regret
We, her children, are baptised in her endless tears
Sophie
Fell from heaven
Hated and abandoned
Trodden under by everyone
Trapped in the cracks of the earth by her roots
A lamb came to the lonely sun
And lifted the flower
Who is known as
Sophie
Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.
The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
People like you don’t come around too often
Together we would be the envy of all
Easy to leave fairytale and fantasy in movie
Waste time not and live the damn thing
Foolish are those to make me regret a thing
Conventional notions on life they bring
They don’t hear the music I continue to sing
Life changing it is when you burn the white flag
What appears to happen is continuity of acquiring the bag
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
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