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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,

…

Envy of the Empty Air

Of what do they dream

— the white-robed monks?

while we

with half-shaped forms

from…

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.