These new hymns speak
Of miraculous moments
In time, but somehow
They stand alone; detached from
The usual ebb
And flow of things. August and
Angel- like, watching
From afar, they represent
Order in the midst
Of Modernity's chaos.
Yet they are blessed
With a certain tenderness.
For they radiate
With Love & Grace & Mercy.
Enchanted like Art,
They transcend our mortal cares.
Perhaps these hymns are
Immaculate conceptions.
The last line is a killer, Perhaps these hymns are Immaculate conceptions. Maybe all poems are hymns and all hymns poems. A poem full of lyricism and grace enjoyed it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Immaculate Conception, the dogma and mantra of the Roman Catholic Church and such a brilliant way to end your fine poem Dominic. For you are planting in the reader's mind the sublime thought of a question and an answer too. A poem to make one think and for all the right reasons. Beautifully written and presented. A full score and added to my favourites.