For all beauty that passes without acknowledgement…
For all beauty that passes without acknowledgement, Unwitnessed by man in his absence or indifference, I say there exists a blessed reverence, An immortal testament unseen, A hymn of praise, Sung forever by exalting angels in heaven’s eternal dream.
Her hair blew in the innocent wind like flames
Her hair blew in the innocent wind like flames Licking the night. A fragmenting halo flying free, Burning all that knew and sinned, Within its holy tornado of blessed golden light.
Beauty should not toil
Beauty should not toil, But in parables be As the lilies of the field Spinning only their mysteries Of purity, Like their blessed creator, Unto the end of all our simple destinies.
Paul, a poet following the tradition of the land of his birth, was born and raised in the small village of Caerau, in the beautiful Lynfi valley of South Wales, and is now resident in Bristol, England. He has enjoyed a variety of different ‘careers’, including working on archaeological excavations, and for many years earning his living as a professional artist. He has travelled extensively in Europe, with an especial love for the cities of Paris, Florence and Venice, and has a great interest in philosophy, literature, history and the arts, which is reflected in his work. Paul says that he searched for years to find the right medium to truly express his ideas, and at last found the answer in poetry, something he has read and enjoyed all his life. In his own words, ‘When I started writing verse, I felt like a prodigal son being welcomed back to the home I left, many years, and many choices ago.’
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