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Can the wings of the wind understand your cry,
O Second of the First, where flames twist high?
In the depths of my jaws, you are framed in fire,
As cups for a wedding, or flowers for desire.
Prepared in beauty for righteousness' room,
Where the heart beats loud through the chamber's gloom.
Stronger your feet than the stone, cold and bare,
Mightier your voices than the wild winds’ stare.
You are a building, not of brick or of wood,
But born from the thought of the All-Powerful, good.
"Arise!" calls the First, from the endless above,
Move toward His servants, in power and love.
Show forth your might, and let the world see,
A seething, a strength that flows endlessly.
For I am of Him who forever shall reign,
In the fire of His truth, untouched by pain.
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A toy idea im playing either. I am taking a text from the 17th century that I particularly like (original below) and trying to turn it into a rhyming poem. The above is what I have so far.
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Can the wings of the winds understand your voices of wonder, oh Second of the First? Whom the burning flames have framed within the depth of my jaws; whom I have prepared as cups for a wedding or as the flowers in their beauty for the chamber of righteousness. Stronger are your feet than the barren stone, and mightier are your voices than the manifold winds; for you are become a building such as is not, but in the mind of the All-Powerful. Arise, says the First; move, therefore, unto his servants; show yourselves in power, and make me a strong seething; for I am of Him that lives forever.
