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So, Hypatia of Alexandria is the guardian ancestor of Cherry Hill Seminary, where I am studying. At the ministerial intensive I just intended, we invoked her (as well as Julian the Philosopher) at the opening and closing rituals. Not long after, I was inspired to write this poem:

For Hypatia

Our path is guided by a light
From a window, shining on high-
She holds a lamp against the night.

We enter her study where they lie-
The scrolls. In wonder, the Moon looks in
From a window, shining on high.

We choose one at random, and begin
To read. This room cannot contain our joy
At these scrolls. In wonder, the Moon looks in.

Here lies the power to create or destroy;
Anything is possible, if we but think
To read. This room cannot contain our joy.

Wisdom walks in tracks of ink
While seekers' stories choir this song:
"Anything is possible, if we but think."

Though the darkness lasts too long,
Our path is guided by a light;
And seekers stories choir this song:
"She holds a lamp against the night."

- 6/30/2009

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