Anhaga, Volume Fifteen: A Bitch for a Bastard (Anhaga or A Schizo in Boeotia Book 15)
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Author(s)Caedmon Robertson
ISBN / ASINB00MCB1IHO
ISBN-13978B00MCB1IH9
Sales Rank99,999,999
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
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A Bitch for a Bastard
The Fifteenth Part of CFR's Anhaga
Otherwise known as
A Schizo in Boeotia
God is I am, I am, Thou art our God
A Hymn
Troubled I wander through this life
A Father need I a Brother’s way
An Advocate amid the strife
Of being but man both night and day
And looking back at passing years
I see the Almighty loving me
I see the Truth erasing tears
I see the Spirit counselling me
But let my suffering be complete
Now that I’ve found the long’d abode
The Father Son and Paraclete
It always was and is my God
Only a Poet
I am a Poet, that is all,
And though the world may scorn me
Not for the things it should reject me for –
My illegitimacy, occasional Atheism,
Mental and spiritual weakness,
And irreligious obsession
Which yet, and more so,
Borders on the superstitious –
It instead hates me arbitrarily
And for poor or no good cause:
My loyalty, duty, Christianity,
Patriotism, piety, schizophrenia,
Autism, shyness, moral beauty,
Physical ugliness, guilt over sins,
Independent Whiggery, Toryism,
Sexual Inadequacy and Visions.
As if those Virtues were bad things.
A Prayer
O Lord I pray for that woman I love:
More than the streams, the rivers, the seas
That flow into the oceans;
More than the glades, the forests, the hills
That climb unto the mountains;
More than the light, the comets, the stars
That are bright like the sun;
More than the sky, the supernal heavens
That make their way to God.
Another Prayer
O Lord, my God, forgive me of my love
Which is unworthy of you, insincere,
That lifts up strong but sinful prayers which prove
Near mute for you but loud for her more dear.
You have made a woman and I have praised you
For making her, yet you, Lord, made each thing,
And though she is all things, both true and untrue,
’Twas you who made her, yet for her I sing.
O God I love you from the lowest depth
Of this my impious and imperfect heart,
But whilst I draw and she I love draws breath
Then she is more to me than what thou art.
Beauty & Virtue
Beauty is everything to me
For when I gaze upon the woman I love
I see in her a sublimity
And an excellence that may in others move
But by her false and pale will prove
And then Beauty is everything to me
Virtue is everything to me
For when I look on that pure woman’s love
That gives to her a divinity
I see that holy Charity above
Has come on her just as the Dove
And then Virtue is everything to me
Her Love is everything to me
Ideal beautiful and virtuous love
A body sublime in its beauty
A mind divine and a soul that shall move
In step with mine and like that Dove will prove
A constant companion to me
God is I am, I am, He is our God
A Bitch for a Bastard
The Fifteenth Part of CFR's Anhaga
Otherwise known as
A Schizo in Boeotia
God is I am, I am, Thou art our God
A Hymn
Troubled I wander through this life
A Father need I a Brother’s way
An Advocate amid the strife
Of being but man both night and day
And looking back at passing years
I see the Almighty loving me
I see the Truth erasing tears
I see the Spirit counselling me
But let my suffering be complete
Now that I’ve found the long’d abode
The Father Son and Paraclete
It always was and is my God
Only a Poet
I am a Poet, that is all,
And though the world may scorn me
Not for the things it should reject me for –
My illegitimacy, occasional Atheism,
Mental and spiritual weakness,
And irreligious obsession
Which yet, and more so,
Borders on the superstitious –
It instead hates me arbitrarily
And for poor or no good cause:
My loyalty, duty, Christianity,
Patriotism, piety, schizophrenia,
Autism, shyness, moral beauty,
Physical ugliness, guilt over sins,
Independent Whiggery, Toryism,
Sexual Inadequacy and Visions.
As if those Virtues were bad things.
A Prayer
O Lord I pray for that woman I love:
More than the streams, the rivers, the seas
That flow into the oceans;
More than the glades, the forests, the hills
That climb unto the mountains;
More than the light, the comets, the stars
That are bright like the sun;
More than the sky, the supernal heavens
That make their way to God.
Another Prayer
O Lord, my God, forgive me of my love
Which is unworthy of you, insincere,
That lifts up strong but sinful prayers which prove
Near mute for you but loud for her more dear.
You have made a woman and I have praised you
For making her, yet you, Lord, made each thing,
And though she is all things, both true and untrue,
’Twas you who made her, yet for her I sing.
O God I love you from the lowest depth
Of this my impious and imperfect heart,
But whilst I draw and she I love draws breath
Then she is more to me than what thou art.
Beauty & Virtue
Beauty is everything to me
For when I gaze upon the woman I love
I see in her a sublimity
And an excellence that may in others move
But by her false and pale will prove
And then Beauty is everything to me
Virtue is everything to me
For when I look on that pure woman’s love
That gives to her a divinity
I see that holy Charity above
Has come on her just as the Dove
And then Virtue is everything to me
Her Love is everything to me
Ideal beautiful and virtuous love
A body sublime in its beauty
A mind divine and a soul that shall move
In step with mine and like that Dove will prove
A constant companion to me
God is I am, I am, He is our God
