Ludi Matutini 2761 AUC (Nova Roma)/Literary Contest I/Winning Entry

From NovaRoma
< Ludi Matutini 2761 AUC (Nova Roma) | Literary Contest I
Revision as of 12:40, 1 October 2008 by Gnaeus Cornelius Lentulus (Talk | contribs)
(diff) ← Older revision | Latest revision (diff) | Newer revision → (diff)
Jump to: navigation, search
AC-2logo.png This page is maintained under authority of the Aediles Curules


Ludimatu2761hdr1.jpg



Corona Ludi Humanitas


RISE, PHOENIX!


Shall I speak of virtue now, or

Virtue's bastard child

born of our modern world?

His words fall harsh as ashes:


"I have rejected all the pleasures

the Gods have given to humankind.

I suffer, endure, I moan, shun joy –

Hail me, for Virtuous is my name – my ploy!"


Simpering, sniveling fraud! Of

Virtue you know the sound but not the fury,

nor the courage to reach and risk and fight

for all that the Gods gave, when They gave life.


Our arms today have grown too weak to draw

from the deep wells of pleasure

the clear water of life's source,

content instead with rut and arousal.


We are become perverse virgins,

never penetrated by respect. Now,

virginity is cause for guffaw; our leering sneers

mock the Gods and this greatest of gifts.


Rage also we know, blind and brutal,

random, reactive, destructive,

this homeless, earth-bound marauder.

We trade terror for anger, hurt for vengeance.


We are ignorant of the fire that rises

from the Divine forge: burning Fury,

a tool to heat and temper and shape:

understood, directed, active, initiative.


How did we come to be in this ash-pit,

petty and stinking, our noses in the dirt?

Making up rules so that

we might have sins to confess?


Sin: the cheap brass coin we use

to purchase tawdry scraps of fame.

What have we done

with the coin of the Gods?


That golden standard, solid, simple – Pietas,

which the Gods have inspired in humankind,

Divinely pressed into our hearts, our hands, our souls

on the morning of our birth, to treasure beyond death?


Pietas, which rises in the soul like the sun,

illuminating all the details of our days;

Pietas – radiant, penetrating, reflecting, knowing

that before all else, this is the Virtue prime.


To rise each morning in Pietas

is to greet each day as a **new** day --

truly, cheerfully, and from the heart,

grateful to the Gods for the Life they have given.


The flame of Life inspires the furious soul;

the furious soul is aflame with Life.

So fan the fire that rises

from the Divine forge.


Heat and temper and shape

what the Gods have given.

Understand, direct, act, initiate:

let your furious soul be aflame with Life!


C. Aurelia Falco Silvana


Personal tools