Swing The Planetarium Toward Asteroid 52963

[in memory of the bardic poetm Dyfed,

author of the poem, Jesus Of Nazareth]


My family's distant forebears were enslaved on their own home

island, when conquered by the brash tinplates sent there by Rome;

its relics still remind of this, like Hadrian's stone wall

to mark the edge at which the whole empire had come to stall.

Even before the time that Aelian approached his death,

and any hope to see the Mare Nostrum was long gone,

the Celts were given good news through the Gospel of Saint John,

and trusted in the Living Word, Jesus of Nazareth.





Author's Notes/Comments: 

The fifth line contains a shameless pun on the surname of Hadrian's family.


Dyfed was a pastor, a lecturer, a prolific poet, and the Archdruid of Wales.  He presided over the awarding of a Bardic Chair to Hedd Wynn, a poet who had, shortly before, died in battlenin France during WWI.


They tell me that Celtic Christianity was much more Johannine than Pauline.

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