Poem By Dominic Windram
O holy creative force
Of the teeming universe:
Bless these words dipped in light.
Give us time to perfect our art.
Give us time for revelry.
We who are formed from stardust;
Nurtured by significant soil
& bathed in ethereal streams.
Give us a simple creed to believe
In a world of decadent idols;
Allow sensual pleasures to breed
But let the rose guide the fire.
Give us colours of every shade & hue
From damask & saffron to sapphire blue.
And we shall compose new hymns & prayers,
In praise of a deeper union.