How weary, Greg, you must have been
defining o’er and o’er again
That which cannot be defined
Beyond the grasp of human mind.

I hold you, brother, o, so dear,
Though we be parted many years,
For kindred souls cross all divides
when in the heart of God they lie.

We shall unite — the church, as one
When Father Time his course is run.
Our eternal privilege then shall be
To sing the praise of One in Three.






Day 11

Today’s prompt is to write in the fashion of Anacreon, a Greek poet who was rather partial to the subject of love and wine, wine and love. Anacreon developed a particular meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort of high-falutin’ drinking song. Today’s challenge is to write about wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem.

I chose to try and write in the “pious anacreontic style” of Gregory of Nazianzus (c. 329– 389).

(In 1800 Tom Moore published a collection of erotic anacreontics; Moore speaks of the necessity of catching “the careless facility with which Anacreon appears to have trifled,” as a reason why anacreontics are often tame and worthless. He dwells, moreover, on the absurdity of writing “pious anacreontics,” a feat, however, which was performed by several of the Greek Christian poets, and in particular by Gregory of Nazianzus and John of Damascus.)

There you go, a brief history lesson along with our daily poem.  😉