{"id":866,"date":"2014-06-02T08:19:26","date_gmt":"2014-06-02T15:19:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=866"},"modified":"2014-05-17T15:44:58","modified_gmt":"2014-05-17T22:44:58","slug":"a-sestina-to-prescience-by-florence-major","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=866","title":{"rendered":"A Sestina to Prescience by Florence Major"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/William_Blake_-_Abraham_and_Isaac_object_1_Butlin_382.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-867\" alt=\"William_Blake_-_Abraham_and_Isaac_object_1_Butlin_382\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/William_Blake_-_Abraham_and_Isaac_object_1_Butlin_382-300x210.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"210\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/William_Blake_-_Abraham_and_Isaac_object_1_Butlin_382-300x210.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/William_Blake_-_Abraham_and_Isaac_object_1_Butlin_382.jpg 605w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Before my mother died, a visit from Athena\u00e2\u201d\u20ac<\/span><\/em><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><i><br \/>\n<\/i><\/span><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/em><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><i><br \/>\n<\/i><\/span><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00e2\u201d\u20acRilke<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">There are moments: A veil is lifted and we see<br \/>\nthrough eyes of the immutable: Call it fate<br \/>\nor play it safe, imagine it was a waking dream;<br \/>\nthen you evade believing in this terrible awe . . .<br \/>\nBut inside that dream you wake, and change<br \/>\nis here; you saw Her face and knew Her power.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Now all the names used to describe this power<br \/>\nare tamed. It is a Lamb of God we see,<br \/>\nnot the God of Abraham whose sword of change<br \/>\nspared Isaac, who sent the Ram of Fate<br \/>\nto die in Isaac&#8217;s stead. Abraham shook with awe<br \/>\nand Isaac lived. The iron sky was no dream.<\/p>\n<p>The Ram bowed in obedience to the dream<br \/>\nin Abraham, that from his seed a nation&#8217;s power<br \/>\nwould grow. And when that faith made way for awe<br \/>\nanother question grew. Was Isaac the first to see<br \/>\nGod&#8217;s mercy stay a father&#8217;s hand, or had fate<br \/>\ndenied lay in wait for the Lamb? Beyond change<\/p>\n<p>and bargaining prayers, nothing could change<br \/>\ndeath that was sealed in that sacrificial dream;<br \/>\nno deed or love availed to bend that Son\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fate . . .<br \/>\nThey watched Him dragged and nailed to power<br \/>\nas Isaac might have died; that Son would see<br \/>\nthe face hidden from Isaac and enter into awe.<\/p>\n<p>The one I called She was a herald to awe.<br \/>\nI saw the wings of her helmet and the change<br \/>\nin her eyes from blue to imperious gray and did see<br \/>\nwhat she revealed. I saw the future in my dream;<br \/>\na mercy then. Death came with indifferent power<br \/>\nand took one I loved. Events moved on with fate<\/p>\n<p>seen as murals for the passing of a queen, her fate<br \/>\nprepared by those who rule the realm of awe<br \/>\nwhere fear and love share transcendent power . . .<br \/>\nAnd we wait as children for days that will change<br \/>\nour daily lives by the prescience of a dream . . .<br \/>\nWhere rams with golden horns die so we may see<\/p>\n<p>a change in those who turn blind suffering to fate . . .<br \/>\nThe gods who dream our lives give the gift of awe<br \/>\nthat we may see with hope, and dare to live with power.<\/p>\n<p><i>\u00c2\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Before my mother died, a visit from Athena\u00e2\u201d\u20ac \u00e2\u20ac\u0153For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror\u00e2\u20ac\u009d \u00e2\u201d\u20acRilke There are moments: A veil is lifted and we see through eyes of the immutable: Call it fate or play it safe, imagine it was a waking dream; then you evade believing in this terrible awe . 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