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“Trilogy”

A POEM

By Timothy Trainor | January-February 1986

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,
“You are radiant, and I love you.”
A proud roaring,
“I know, now give me worship!”

All Hell breaks loose.

On the new water
A Breath, Eternal.

The Will

I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed

But when I set about to…

The Soaring Birds of Freedom

The soaring birds of freedom

Fall to the earth in yellow streams of fire,

Igniting…

Canticle

For all we love to know

He gives us signs