Epigrams Inspired by the Inscriptions in the Library of Congress - V (2009)

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“No real poet ever wove in numbers all his dreams”

Poets are tiny weavers, weaving parts of God’s eternal tapestry;
And while they weave are dreamers, dreaming forth by parts His mystery.


    22
“Love and life, united twin mysteries, different yet the same.”

Nothing that lives or lived or will, if nobly so, exists without some love;
But love could not exist, I think, without some ceaseless blessing from above,
Which makes us wonder at its secret springs and the mysteries thereof.


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“Love may strive but vain is the endeavour all its boundless riches to express.”

Glorious is love’s infinitude, distending ever in the willing soul,
That it might never lack new thoughts, to more and still more fittingly extol.


    24
“Art and love speak and their words must be like sighings of illimitable forests.”

The forest becomes a rustling symphony, whenever the unseen wind goes flowing by;
So humankind, by love’s soft breath, is made to sing, and stir, and moan, and sigh.


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“All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul.”

As Kepler found, among the heavenly spheres, there dwells a deep and moving harmony,
Which resonates unheard within our ears, and stirs perceptions we shall never see.

As the soul shines forth in motions, and foremost in our oft upturning eyes;
All nature hints at the fathomless God, whose name is darkly writ across the skies.