Pagan Lights

Pagan Lights

A Poem by Robert Francis Callaci
"

the winds of change

"

Let the Pagan Winds blow again...

 

In the end

And in the beginning

was the Word

heard

While in the middle

it was distorted

and ignored

As the mouth of Man

Brutalized! Sanitized! Trivialized!

and

Politicized!

What was~

Pure Clear Simple

and

Unadorned

 

Let the Pagan Winds blow again…

 

Those Christ makers

and Devil shakers

polluted

what Was

and Is

Into a cacophony

of delusion

and discord-

Making the Word

heard

venal, obscured,  absurd

and blurred

For the truth was not what

they wanted to hear

so they created a God

for us

to kill for,

worship and fear

 

Let the Pagan Winds blow again…

 

Whispering willows, babbling streams

Moonlit nights and fairy dreams

In forest deep and mountain rock

Where eagles soar beyond the cliffs

and lions roar outside the mists

The Old Ways thrive and are alive

To preserve the Word that was not heard

So that the dance will never end

 

Let the Pagan Winds blow, blow, blow again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Robert Francis Callaci


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Nice piece. Let them blow!! I really enjoyed the read!!

For some reason this called me back to King Lear:

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the c***s!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!"

Cheers!
FF

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Simply beautiful. Great images and word choices. It flowed wonderfully- I loved the pattern to it. On a personal note, it really speaks of my own feelings as well. Wonderful work! Blessed Be!

Posted 13 Years Ago


this is so true! And i agree with you wholeheartely! A great poem! Maybe it is time to go back to the old ways of living, in some ways. I think we have forgotten that we do not own this earth, but are merely renting out the space on it and need to go back to praising it for giving us everything we have.
Thanks for a great write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice piece. Let them blow!! I really enjoyed the read!!

For some reason this called me back to King Lear:

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the c***s!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once
That make ingrateful man!"

Cheers!
FF

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL



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My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..

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