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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.

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…

Sonnet

“Walk circumspectly, and redeem the time

Because the days are evil,” said Saint Paul.

And…

Epithalamion

As puny astronauts set out,

Sheathed in their metal skin,

Exploring vastnesses without,

So do…