A Canticle for Hildegard

By Ewan

Wed, 22 Mar 2023
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Write a poem,

 write a song,

  write a story,

    and right a wrong.

 

Draw a leaf,

  draw a bird,

   draw a creature,

    however absurd.

 

Paint in oils,

  paint with a knife,

   paint on canvas,

    a dream of a life.

 

Sing in heaven,

  sing in hell,

   whatever you’re singing,

     sing it well.

 

Shout in anger,

 shout in tongues,

 shout of loving,

 ‘til you burst your lungs.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

She was brilliant, wasn't she? Have you heard her music? I can't remember exactly how she persuaded the church to listen to her ideas, but it was something like "of course, as a woman I am incapable of thinking, so all my ideas must come from God, and therefore you should do as I say or you will be going against His wishes" :0)

 

Submitted by Ewan on

- was, I have, and you have the meat of her (fiendishly clever) argument exactly right.

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