Raphael
From
all the thrones and dominions,
The
powers and principalities,
One
must come, a nation-guardian;
A
healer to stir the cool waters
In
Bethesda, House of Mercy,
From
which the paralyzed man emerged
Renewed,
through the central portico,
Blinking
at the bright, ascending sun,
One
contentious Sabbath morning.
Teach
us, messenger, the prayer of Cordoba,
For
the crown prince of demons,
Your
old foe, is unbound-
Claw-footed,
water-hater,
Lame
devil, crowned cambion,
Slayer
of our bride’s seven unfulfilled suitors-
While
we wait forlorn at our wedding feast,
Our
graves pre-dug on the edge of town,
Our
father’s inheritance
Unclaimed.
Steve
Lang
Steve
Lang has published one collection of poetry to date, entitled, "'Heavenly
Hurt” and his sonnet, “Hymn to Ninkasi” was recently published by “Grand Little
Things”. Though from Scotland originally, he has travelled widely, especially
in Africa, as an international school teacher. Steve currently lives in El
Salvador with his wife and three children, where he is Director of a large and
well-known international school.
Saint Raphael the Archangel by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo. Copyright but allowed under Fair Use provisions for the demonstration of art where no commercial venture is under consideration.
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elegant and most beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen...it’s a little dark I suppose but am so pleased you thought well of it!!
DeleteFor all we know Heaven is dark and depends on the light of loving souls to make the place more suitable for a sacred community.
ReplyDeleteWell, I am truly humbled by that, Candice...and I love the idea of being part of a “sacred community”!
Deletewonderful poem
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sam...so pleased you liked it and took the trouble to comment
DeleteDeserves the nomination, indeed. A strong piece of Art in a troubled time. Better than whisky or coffee any day of the week.
ReplyDeleteAs a Scot I may have to disagree about the whisky but so glad it spoke to you, Hedda!
DeleteThis one is my favorite of the bunch. So many to choose from I do not envy the editors the task. S. Singh
ReplyDeleteI'm really glad that this poem was nominated for Pushcart
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