Were Running out of.

The automated voice called out
The Journeys end was almost here
He felt it in his being
Every breath, every thought, every action was overshadowed by this awful reality
It was one that he could not escape or deny
Try as hard as he might

Behind him were all the joyful places he had been
the bridges he helped burn
and all the storms he had to weather
Around him were all those he had grown to love
Yet all the while not
And before him was a cold expanse
The darkness of the unknown

And o how I wished your hand to hold,
So I would not have to face it alone

Like so many years ago

+Alex Resurgent

The cool air against my white knuckles, gripping the handles

Gliding over the thin, street-lit pavemend

Fighting against every crack and curb

This is my world, This is my reality

No more should I want

Holland Is All I Need

+Alex Resurgent

Feast of St. Jerome

Helpless Love Poem Take 23

These days pass to quickly before my eyes

I stop to take a look around, and years already have gone by

Its the girl i met so long ago, that I hardly know today

And every time I try to speak to her, i cant think of what to say

Her beauty takes me off my feet, and renders me inept

Light radiating from her, as if all truth she kept

How does one approach such a maiden, that is as purest white

True, shes not that big a deal, but then why can’t I get this right?

+Alex Resurgent

The Most Serene Republic

He smoothly drew the smoke into his mouth and let it rest; let it swirl around until he was sure that he has absorbed every last wisp of sweetness

With similar ease, he pushed it out, the smoke lifted carelessly into the night sky, wafting itself into radials, conics, and sin waves that graphic calculators could only dream of

Up above, the stars shone steadfastly in their perpetual positions, tempting him to gaze at them for eternity. He momentarily accepted their timeless beauty, yet the forests quickly grabbed his attention from his lover up above.

The trees sang love songs of leaves clattering together and water droplets falling after the summers rain. Flickers of golden light pierced the darkness. He smiled in return to the forests flirtation.

It was the moments like this that he longed for, the moments that liberated him. The moments where time stood still, and creation danced around him. Nothing he could ever do could replicate this moment now. No dead line, no committee, no phone calls could ever match this moment right now. He was absolutly free.

So he sat and listened to the anthem of the Most Serene Republic

+Alex Resurgent

Title Post

As the geometrician, who endeavours
To square the circle, and discovers not,
By taking thought, the principle he wants,

Even such was I at that new apparition;
I wished to see how the image to the circle
Conformed itself, and how it there finds place;

But my own wings were not enough for this,
Had it not been that then my mind there smote
A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish.

Here Power Failed High Fantasy:
But now was turning my desire and will,
Even as a wheel that equally is moved,

The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

This passage is found at the end of Canto XXXIII in Paradisio, the last book of the divine comedy.

Sometimes the grandeur of God is beyond our language. I maintain a ‘theological’ blog, one centering the theological reflections and thought, but God is bigger than the academic language that we assign him. When God’s Power Fails our Highest Fantasy’s, we must turn to the arts to address His Majesty.

That is what I intend to do here.

+Alex Resurgent