C. Antonio Provost
Ode To Plato (427 B.C.-347 B.C.) - Poem by C. Antonio Provost
What minds have equaled his philosophy,
Or his perceptiveness surpassed?
With his dialogues so many centuries past,
How well did he expose the sophistry
Of blinded peers who led the blind astray,
As those in modern times, from day to day.
Inspiring young and old alike to rise above
The common herd - to lead us to the proper paths
By virtue of concepts, akin to the Divine
The brilliance of his saintly soul,
Enkindles our diminishing humanity
With sparks of spiritually.
How timely are the tenets of your Laws and
Your Republic's principles!
If all could understand you messages
And the meanings of your lofty passages,
Your views could change our troubled world.
When your wisdom is unfurled,
There will be hope and less despair,
But each of us must lend an ear,
For you're indeed a brilliant seer.
How greatful I should forever be,
To Plato who helped to mold my mind,
To keep me from becoming blind
Through studying of his philosophy
Which cured some of my perversity.
My indebtedness to one so very great,
Who enlightened millions of worldly minds,
With treasures greater than in precious mines;
Through the contents of his lofty books,
I was inspired to work and create,
In his veins of mankind's best outlooks;
On problems in the universe
By prose as well as by some verse.
I'm convinced most of what he wrote
Can convert most of the wayward throngs,
If at last they will devote
Moments thinking of their wrongs,
The misdeeds which can be undone
As vices, they cease to condone,
Vices which so many seem to be forever prone.
I'm sure that I'll never know
Someone gifted as great Plato.
Of all the wisdom which he wrote,
Most are worthy of making note;
They served me quite well read and quote,
Reinforcing concepts learned in church and school,
Adding to my spiritual growth, from youth,
Preventing me from being a fool.
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