This October Night

[shorter version]

 

This October night

I hear the silent stars

spread rumours of a life

without blight or bane,

 

whisperings of a light

upon which no shadow

encroaches, against which

no darkness prevails.

 

*

 

[longer version]

 

This October night,
stars spread rumours

of something life-giving,


something pure and noble;
they tell tales of Dante
and Beatrice, of the juggler

and Our Lady; they speak


a newborn, a precarious

truth. This October night 

carries whisperings,

covert annunciations:

it awakens the slumberer


to a God transcending

all the angry orthodoxies
and juridical monstrosities

that history has concocted


around the Everlasting.

This here, this now,

is the seed of paradise.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-24 at 08:51

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Both versions are fine. I prefer the one which is shorter.
2018-09-25


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Revised to expand a little on the rumours!
2018-09-23


Sameen
I want to know more about the rumors the stars speak
2018-09-23