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Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Leadings Toward Stars; They Called Upon Hosea's Words
[after Walt Whitman's poem, "When I Heard The Learned Astronomer"]
And it shall come to pass in that day, I will hear, saith the LORD, I will hear the heavens, and they shall hear the earth; and the earth shall hear the corn, and the wine, and the oil; and they shall hear Jezreel. And I will sow her unto me in the earth; and I will have mercy upon her that had not obtained mercy; and I will say to them which were not my people, Thou art my people; and they shall say, Thou art my God.
---Hosea 2:21-23
When I came into the presence of the astute star scholars.
I looked to where they pointed, pointing like street urchins
about to enter a banquet hall with tables heavily laden: they
almost danced in their rapt excitement at the star only the
three of them recognized. And at this, I almost laughed to
scorn for the ludicrous indefensibility of such inappropriate
and wishful observations founded on questionable credentials:
the chiefest three of our isolate and somewhat exclusive college
were (rumored among the underscholars who studied with them)
hardly qualified refugees (foreigners, if you will, immigrants,
whose entry into our country remains undocumented . . . and
mysteriously so))---a dying poet, a deposed prince, and a dismissed
prefect; two of whom have been lovers of adolescent boys (barefoot,
shirtless most of the time, and always with incredibly long hair).
How, I often asked my confidants, could they be inheritors of the
knowledge handed down to us by the Founder of our school, the
Prophet Balaam? By candlelight another Prophet was consulted---one
not particularly famous or even held authoritative among
his own people, the Jews in their own land---which has been so
vulnerable to Roman aggression and oppression; and what about the
tariffs imposed on them by the needs of the Imperial budget for
architecture? "To the fertile furrows of Jezreel we shall go,"
the chief three declared, "for the corn of knowledge, the wine of
"assurance, and the oil of restoration." Then they summoned the
Captain of their entourage, called the Inimitable Livers, the
servants and military escorts sworn to accompany them anywhere; a
mysterious fraternity said to have been funded, even now, by
moneys that Antony and Cleopatra failed to disclose to Octavian,
after that debacle at Actium.
Starward-Led
In the end, this is a poem
In the end, this is a poem about hearing; what we permit ourselves to hear, whom we trust, and where real revelation lies.
It challenges us: turn off the lectures, silence the grandstanding, and listen instead for the voice that has echoed across millennia,
calling both stargazers and stumblers back to earth’s own deep counsel.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Shades of Whitman underscore
Shades of Whitman underscore this clever perspective of a monumental spot in time when the King of Kings, the Light of all Light, was about to make a His entrance.
How endearing, believable and poignant was the reaction of the scholars “pointing like street urchins/ about to enter a banquet hall with tables heavily laden”. I felt I was there, bearing witness through the eyes of the speaker, cast aside by his homeland, but greatly honored by God to experience, even indirectly, an event that will shake the Earth.
The poem brings the verse from Hosea into personal, emotive focus as the reader is given a front row seat to a discovery that ties prophesies, secret societies, history and the promise of deliverance together.
Another inspiring example of your narrative skills bringing the Word to life.
Thank you very much for those
Thank you very much for those excellent words, and for taking the time from your busy day to write them. I am sorry for my delay in responding.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]