A Sonnet For All The Poets & Prophets Poem by DM W

"The One remains; the Many change and pass...'
(Shelley, Adonaïs,1821.)

As flesh pink Spring turns to golden Summer
I contemplate the rare beauty of the Word.
Though prophets of fire are in slumber
And pilgrims are lost and cannot be heard,
The flaming phoenix of faith will arise
From the ashes of crude modernity.
Crowns of thorn will cease to afflict the wise
And we'll be free from trial by novelty.
Yet it will not be like the ancient ways
When fixed binaries coded our lives.
We shall be free from the dogmatic haze;
From the extremes of Lazarus and Dives.
We will see everything as pure oneness:
No more creed or tribe; race or sex - God bless!