Tuesday, October 02, 2007

The Prayer of John Milton as he took up his pen to write Paradise Lost

Above all temples
you chiefly prefer
Oh Spirit
The heart upright
and pure.

Instruct me
You who know
For You were present
from the first.

You sat
dove like
With might
and outspread wings
Brooding over the vast abyss
And made
it pregnant.

Oh Spirit
what in me
Is dark
Illumine.


1 comment:

WalkingInCircles said...

I remember reading this in college, and the impression it left on me. Particulary this part:

"You sat
dove like
With might
and outspread wings
Brooding over the vast abyss
And made
it pregnant."

Very beautiful -- good choice