Reverence The Society September 7, 2012 Poetry By Joshua Philipp So deep grown were our rings of sin, lost hope had humankind, lost hope for sight of spring again, our fates could not unwind. Blind and lost, a darkened world, no peace could this heart find, no peace but empty joys unfurled, with blackness in my mind. Yet chimes so soft of vows of old, now echo through my soul, now echo back with promise retold, and answer heaven’s call. Guided by the greatest law, to all which was unknown, to all, in past none had foresaw, the return to our true homes. Joshua Philipp is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Astoria, New York City. He is vice president of the Society of Classical Poets. Other Poems by Joshua Philipp Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.