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Invocation, BOOK VII, The Parliament of Poets

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

Invocation, BOOK VII, The Parliament of Poets

“O Divine Light, that never stops shining,
beyond our atmosphere, Eternal Radiance,
though we may be oblivious of thee,
sustain us with thy rays of warmth and light,
sustenance unseen, heating our earthly realm,
with beams, beyond our ken, but not our need.
I ask thee once again to lift me up
like a drooping plant shut off from thee,
to carry further forth this epic song,
whose glory, if ever won, belongs to thee.
Thou seest my need and frailty.
Mercy and compassion I crave of thee,
not merely for myself but all humanity.
Let us not destroy ourselves. Help us find
a new vision that we may humbly serve,
restore the cosmic order now, a wider
harmony in tune with thee, your global realm…”

From the invocation of BOOK VII, The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem. Copyright (c) 2012 Frederick Glaysher.

Frederick Glaysher

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Invocation, BOOK III, The Parliament of Poets

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

Invocation, BOOK III, The Parliament of Poets

“O Divine Essence and attending Muse,
give my tongue thy blessings that I may find
the words to describe the glories of thy Being,
help all mankind, threatened by ourselves,
turn again to peaceful contemplation,
prayer uplifting human vision to
the Great Mystery of the universe….”

From the invocation of BOOK III, The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem. Copyright (c) 2012 Frederick Glaysher.

Frederick Glaysher

 

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Invocation, BOOK I, The Parliament of Poets

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem

FROM the Invocation, BOOK I, The Parliament of Poets

O Muse, O Maid of Heaven, O Circling Moon,
O lunar glory of the midnight sky,
I call on thee to bless thy servant’s tongue,
descend upon thy pillar of light,
moonbeam blessings, that from my mouth
may pour out at least a fraction of the love
I hold for thee, sweet blessings, for service
to God’s creation, and His Creative Word,
the Bible’s thundering verses, Brahma
of the Upanishads, Allah, the Compassionate,
Buddha’s meditative mystery,
Confucius and the Dao. O Great Spirit
of the many peoples and the tribes,
if I have ever sacrificed for thee, long years,
drinking water from a wooden bowl,
hear my appeal and inspire me to sing
the tale supernal, upon the moon,
The Parliament of Poets, assemblage
of thy devoted ones, God intoxicated,
survey the cosmos and the centuries….

From the Invocation of the Muse, The Parliament of Poets: An Epic Poem. Copyright (c) 2012 Frederick Glaysher.

Frederick Glaysher

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