Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Poetry consistently pursued has a way of marking the passages of life. For the writer at least, and maybe to a lesser extent for his public if he is any kind of a communicator, it leaves a psychological record: what he was reading, where he was hiking, what it was all doing in his head. The next poem marks a far more significant event than most, though unfortunately it does not necessarily follow that it is a more significant poem. My daughter, Heather, was born on April 5, 1978.
A METAPHYSICAL CONCEIT
Strange things are taught by Christianity:
That God was born to live a human life;
The mystery of the Holy Trinity
Reflected by a husband and his wife
When, by becoming one, two are made three.
It is an awesome thing to slowly see
The growth of one whose coming was prepared,
The Scriptures say, from all eternity—
This, as all others. But this one we’ve shared,
Yes and will share: the holy mystery
To be a copy of the Trinity.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD