Illumination: a poetic reflection on discovering Truth
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About the poem
This is an unstructred, mostly free-verse poem, written a couple of years ago, in response to what I had begun learning as I started studying at seminary, and my great surprise and fascination with those truths I had encountered, and even the very process whereby I had learned them. Here, I focused largely on the use of assonance, alliteration, and linguistic phrasing to provide the internal cohesion that the absence of rhyme and meter otherwise left it lacking. The heart of this poem attempts to capture the profound and ehxilarating experience of discovering new truths which convict the heart and compel the mind to believe in something noble and worthy in which to entrust one's very soul and being. The final pair of verses - highlighted by their insertion at the end, in a manner reminiscent of a concluding sonnet couplet - comment on the feeling of a deep longing for purpose and truth at last satisfied and fulfilled, if even for once, as if it would never come. I hope the imagery and use of language strikes you with the depth of the experience it aims to portray, for any of you who have known such a singularly defining moment of personal revelation, which you knew would change you utterly. Thanks!
Illumination
Of vigil, 'neath soft-glimmered flambeaux,
In Book of antique wisdom rapt,
'Loft lyric-versed glyph I pore,
For truth unfixed despairing:
Cruxes, riddles, decrees unbroken
Paint its Author of eld –
Purposes and primal dreams,
Vestigial boding, presages;
Mapping meaning onto
Frames of reason faithless,
Verities and fashioned writ thus fused into
Breath of archaic divine;
'Til, as if by magic, or some clairvoyant eye –
As oracle betrayed, of timeworn tome or folkish myth,
Like burnished jewels in streamlet shallows –
The hallowed rhyme enscrolled reveals
Its brilliant glory, on banal leaf enshrined;
Runic majesty of its theme ere cloaked
Now 'lumined lambent of heavenly-dawning light:
Sacred codes upon an open page,
At last, unveiled –
If once, unveiled.
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this is very evocative. loved the last two lines! Thanks for sharing :D
I love illuminated -- and illuminating -- manuscripts -- they are wonderful testaments to devotion, as well as being beautiful objects to pore over. Your poem is engrossing, and while I usually pounce all over pedantry, denounce those who seek to explain their own poems (we either get it or we don't!), the language you use here is suitably overwrought, just like the manuscripts themselves; and your intention is heartfelt and sincere. Neat.










Julie-Ann Amos Level 1 Commenter 3 years ago
I'll openly admit I rarely read poetry hubs, but more and more I'm finding them small oases in a hectic day, so am starting to do a lot more of it. Thank you for this one.