The Love Eternal of J.S. Bach


Oh Eternal, and John, who He did Love best

Who wrote of Perter’s great conversion

Touched Him, Jesus to touch Peter, Least of these

Twelve, Anna, oh he loved her into children

Eleven dear ones, great musicians,every note

Intertwined  in four Part Harmony, Love

St. Mathew’s Passion, Eternal govern

Me Oh my Lord, Angelica Kirchbaum

Frau with voice rich low, like my Marjorie

Sing in So commitment to Jewish people

Of Sermon brought new to my, empowered

Relied in every love, you my love, renew

Bring with love Thy Death upon the Cross

Every woman finding love eternal, then

Lilongwe, languish in tomb as humankind

Turned weary head then J.S. Bach to lift you

Out these mortal days when bringing gifts

Immortality won in death upon Thy cross,

You eternal with relief, no manipulation

Relinquish my soul. to heaven, as thou hast

Brought faith to Free Will, waiting in everlasting

Dream only in green life recounted the Baroque

Of animals no more in service to why eternal

Sacrifice I weep for Thee oh Lord, risen again, then

Look oh Israel nation of belief come to me in silence

Give over, Ah in strong soprano ever canting in verse

Eternal oh St, Mathew for Jesus sing my mighty God

Ever more to remember nothing more, remember

Bach thy servant in greatest Glory into Christ’s

Otto Klemper bring you into the stations of the cross

Give unto us brave ones twelve these men divided

No more unto all, we know enough, to know more

Relieve, me of bitter disillusionment find in me

Thy house cleaned into reality introit in tenor

Baritone oh where is thy dear voice, performing

Not as every woman joins the choir, oh wonder,

My life unwind to these, into our life, Tenor recite

Recite to seek the Kingdom an raise me from Thy Calvary

So, bring me away with love of Thy Wars of every

Nation, undone in magic no more, little one’s

Descended from recounting, to renew, so

Was drink evermore, gone, gone, gone, gone

Forever taken out of Thy servant, renounce me not

Bring me through eternal war, it is ours to bravely

Love Thy brothers of Thy Resurrection into Life

Into full Salvation, this is great joy, this honesty

Type again, versions undone in Standard, NIV,

King James brought into being, we study not alone

In serious manner, Hebrew, Latin, Greek unto highest

Poetry of music, his offering with 20 children.

Each coming to Thee and to Glorify the Father.

Through Holy Spirit of not word being like a Dove.

Published by elgwyn

I was a University and college writing teacher, now retired, so I write poetry, and essays, mostly free verse poetry. I love writing. Computers, tablets, and smart phones are the norm. When one sees university campuses with students looking at phones while walking to class, one realizes writing can be blogging. I am an ordinary man writing for artistic pleasure writing, and simple taste-- blogs are an answer to high priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to print his paper books himself, because in 1855, and 1860 poetry did not sell. It does not sell now unless you have a Pulitzer Prize and even then the poet usually makes a living in other ways than writing. In all ages there have been writers writing out of their own needs, and blogs are an answer to get rid of high cost of self creativity. I am an older man with fewer computer skills than my daughter who has been at computers since she was three, so here I can satisfy my need to write without spending too much on self-published books. All three blogs let me reach an audience missed by books and stand a better chance to reach a wider audience. My two books, Winter from Spring, Meditations on Gratitude, as Kindle books and paperbacks did not reach as many people as I wanted, and blogs can let me avoid the printer. Layout and design is expensive. For me writing is more like the charcoal jottings of preexisting civilization made only for posterity. Blogs face two problems as I see it. They might be submerged into a chaos of too much writing, and they depend on electronic storage. Yet, how's that different from electronic books which must have specialized publication? Paper disintegrates, blogs can be physically stored and organized for posterity in data banks. All organization becomes chaos at some point, but charcoal images on cave walls still exist after the author scribbled eons ago. So what if I reach only a few interested people, but hopefully, readers will reach out to me. Writing is essential for showing the ways of culture before history knows those ways. To record each individual is essential especial for billions of people who need to know enough reading beyond pictures to save a planet. Writing without profit isn't new to me. I'm not seeking to impress the audience. Poetry in general never sells, and personal confessional, and emotional writing exists sometimes like journal writings only for the author. At least here is my hope for wider audiences. My writing is personal and informal, but my writing expresses some serious ideas like the writing of contemporary writers to rise above chaos in my own simple way, above self-absorption, a meditation, the simple writing of an ordinary man. I hope to find my own way out of my own chaos and make my record stand alone if even in electrons. Though I hope never to express nightmare in my poetry, fiction, or essays, some serious considerations are important to me after centuries of mechanized nightmare. The next decade is probably of the same failure in our world. This decade looks to be another time of diminished individuals and the next as well. We all wish peace and hope will become normal. It looks like if hope reaches each individual, not governments there is satisfaction in making means of writing available to many. My hope is for each human being to give their own expression out of the abyss. If humankind is to survive in any common way, we must each be able to express maturity and take responsibility in something beyond self. Electronic media offers people these possibilities so long as computers can store individual lives. Here people can freely see what I write and what others write. Though I hold an MFA in creative writing my simple vision never found a wide audience. I was disappointed about this earlier in my life, but now it's just what one expects of such degrees. I found happiness in family and especially in love of my wife and daughter. Writing can be more than a pastime now that I'm older. I approach seven decades living with some disappointing times, and some satisfying times. I'm like most people, and I've been married more than 37 years, and we sent a successful daughter into the world. We happily live in a country where even the poorest have food. Often as a young man when I traveled for nearly one year through Europe, where does a culture begin to feed and house so many people, and how do all these people live in harmony since World War II? Maybe it's been a question of survival. Writers can hold a little corner with blogging, blogging for harmony and peace. This is my hope. This is my question.

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