Early this week, for a change. Some change is good, no?
Twelve lines of iambic pentameter in the old standard AA-BB-CC etc., rhyme scheme, so instead of a stanza, here are the first four lines to my poem today for Cloudburst Poetry:
How Deaf the Ear
Where they will, the winds move to and fro,
We know not whence they come nor where they blow.
So little the eye can see, and less perceive,
How deaf the ear to sounds of eternity!
The first two lines echo Jesus’s words to Nicodemus in John 3. And the next-to-last lines quote Peter’s confession at Jesus’ feet when he sees the miracle of the net full of fish. The last word plays off the Greek term which can mean both “wind” and “spirit.”
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