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.
Very Deep Josh
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