THE GARDEN
I took her hand beneath the
quivering trees
Which shook their hymns upon
us in the warm October sun.
Flute and horn, wistful and
fantastic
Swept through the breeze,
Near azure brooks which
forever run
Through valley and dale,
mellifluous and majestic,
Gracing reeds with currents
that shine in gilded rays.
I love my bride, and her
angelic ways.
The ocean nearby, beyond the
statuary,
Rises with the tide and
caresses the rocks,
As she reclines on a marble
bench with gracility,
Dreaming in her trances,
caressing her raven locks.
And the sunset sighs as the
fountains rise
To the nascent stars in the
vast and silent courtyard,
As she speaks of things with
her sanctified eyes,
To her handsome, young
lover, to her passionate bard.
And our kisses are of ivory
nights,
When the moonlight sobs,
when candlelights
Illuminate the astonishing
bower.
Come walk with me, my love,
it is the hour
When all holy seraphim sing
their hymns from above.
Come walk with me, my lover,
my love.
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Book Description
With Eternal Verse the poet uses words in carefully crafted poems
to express and explore what it is to enter and exist in heaven. In
vivid language he engages the reader in descriptions of what was
always considered by most western theologians to be ineffable. In this
depiction of paradise the author presents a unique and personal point
of view, yet he remains faithful to the Catholic Church’s teachings
on heaven in its Magisterium. This astounding volume of verse is a
voyage through the fantastic realm of our eternal end.
to express and explore what it is to enter and exist in heaven. In
vivid language he engages the reader in descriptions of what was
always considered by most western theologians to be ineffable. In this
depiction of paradise the author presents a unique and personal point
of view, yet he remains faithful to the Catholic Church’s teachings
on heaven in its Magisterium. This astounding volume of verse is a
voyage through the fantastic realm of our eternal end.
