Goodnesss, Truth and Beauty, All
A torch with smoke and gods unknown despatched
The darkness, making more than art, much more.
The spirit kingdoms, kin to men’s, were snatched
Occult from realms unpainted, made to soar
From mere reality and sent above
To walls and ceiling with elán that souls
Have sand-blind known since humans always love
The truth and beauty, always sensed, since foals
And aurochs’ horns gave grace to hunting sight.
To capture good like these forever called
For miracles from brushes, depths of night
In caves where wary worshipers have crawled.
Divinity is spelled by paint and heart;
Set down in permanence and chant, this art.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 10, 2024 | AU, LA, PR, RE |