Into His quiver we're quickly packed by God,
Great granter of grace to our gritty clod.
He hone's us arrow sharp to hit the mark.
He enters, soul, marrow, bone, and fires His spark,
Dormant in our hearts, then fans it into flame.
Such is the power and glory of His Sacred Name!
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My Poetry can best be termed 'Post Modern Formalism'. It is an aesthetic poetry returning to mainstream of classical English Prosody as a reaction against to-day's overworked prosaic free verse, which as Robert Frost succinctly stated".... is like playing tennis without a net'. I repect the principles of musicality, and where ever possible similes are rooted in Nature. As mystical poetry they demand and elevated language. My main influential educators have been Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Algernon Swinburne.
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