Names Poem by Frank Avon
Names
They have earned their names -
the names they were given:
she, Home,
and his Blessed One;
he, Candor,
and her Prince, of the Right Hand the Son.
They are dwelling near the elms.
They have earned their names -
the ones thy might give themselves:
she, Grace,
and the amazing Miranda,
he, Salem,
and the blazing Benedict.
They are pilgrims within Eden,
all ways and for ever.
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5/4/2024 11:49:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm not sure what this poem means, but I love the stately way in which the names unfold and the lines of the poem are suffused with significance. It hardly seems that paradise has been lost on the basis of this Edenic vision.