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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.

Sonnet III

O Lord, what notion of hyperbole.

What willed and wild imagining was born

When Adam,…

Blood, Water, Wine - Sacrament - Paradox Regained

Blood, Water, Wine

The midwife washed the blood and
water from the…

Pietà

“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”

— Willa Cather

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