After Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
Whatever stirs the mortal frame,
all are but ministers of love
and feed his sacred flame
samuel taylor coleridge
All thoughts, all passions all delights
emotions worthy of the name.
Part of the tapestry of life.
We all play the same game.
Whatever stirs the mortal frame
and wakes us from our lassitude.
Renewing our capacity
to change our attitude.
All are ministers of love.
Although we may not recognise
that love is the driving force.
Which all things underlies
and feeds his sacred flame
Ever rebellious men ask why
they should accept this as the truth
You know is loves reply.
16-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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