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OF TWILIGHT AND FISHERS OF MEN
And, before that renowned midnight,
Of glorious angelic singing voices;
To the silence and shepherds afield;
Came the twilight finale, emerging stars;
Twinkling, day and night sparkling prophesy;
In tongues of scions, and stocks of Jesse;
Sumptuous in rough skins of wild honey,
In disturbed nests of locusts winged;
For nary any such appointment,
Again, ever shall be given for Eden's fall,
For these are, for certain, the last days.
OF TWILIGHT AND FISHERS OF MEN © gillena cox 2016
The Final Twilight ~ Micro Poetry
Kerry has challenged us to write a poem limit 25 lines...our frame of reference is 'The Final Twilight', quoted from Jorge Luis Borges ~ The Wolf.
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Strong faith and holiness in these lines. Lovely, Gillena.
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You chose the perfect line to begin and end this poem, Gillena. We are forced, these days, to view religion in context of world affairs.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Kerry
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The glory of starlit twinkle! So lovely bright. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Magaly
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Such a twinkling, seasonal poem, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThe gospels are so audible at this time of the year.
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ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Marian
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I am enjoying your retelling of these biblical stories.
ReplyDeleteThank you Margaret
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Hope and faith...We must never be robbed of it.
ReplyDeleteAmen Susie
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it surely does feel like something is coming to an end, doesn't it? ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation grapeling
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