The Riddle of the Word

I belong to a Riddle game forum, in which posters are obliged to guess the previous riddle before posting their own. Since riddles are typically in poetic format (inspired by Tolkien) I decided to post my most recent riddle, which took the Riddle Roomers forty=one days to solve.

The Riddle of 'The Word'

Not people obsessed with birds were they

who with certainty, denied any special maternity,

In the palace of Wisdom now defiled.

The people cried in defense from the Nile,

to the northern seas, thoroughly riled.

On the shores of the Aegean

Came a great legion

Sequestered, they sought

to pray and find the answer.

What word did they settle on?

Answer: (Theotokos)

An Attempted Poetic Expression of Blessed Mary’s Voice

(From one who once heard her speak.)

“With a ring of lily petaled bells
She speaks in bright soprano reflections,
Of giving sun and mirrored moon…”

Eternity contained within a voice, and yet
Three lines are all this pen can conceive!
The womb is dry, the mouth barren,
With truths that cannot be put to paper!

The ink dried! All expression denied!
Cassandra trice accursed yet no Apollo scorned.
Three lines, no more! Three lines, no more!
And every word falls dead at which it speaks.

“With a ring of lily petaled bells
She speaks in bright soprano reflections,
Of giving sun and mirrored moon…”

Challenge response-

Latest news: Mel writes more random religous poetry.

This is not my best poem, but it fulfills the challenge. *sigh*

Alpha
The first
Mystery
The Origin
Creator of All
But, crushed, His blood poured out
Shed for our infirmity.
Along the narrow streets
Death loses the prize
We kneel, search for
He, our dawn
and also
Omega

Stumbling, she humbly enters...

I have the honor of being invited to post in this lovely place of rhyme and unreason.

And so, here is my first poem:

Gregorian Chant

Many waves flow against a high shore,
incomprehensible, unless you know
there is more--
The complex made simple, like in old days.
And so as a simple pine box
is carried out the world says
"How beautiful!"
And stops, holds breath, waits...

This strange new world tries, with vanity,
to make this same complex simplicity,
but though it is lovely,
it is not the same with computers.