Daily Signet

We call to the Muse as did Homer:  Sing in me a new song, of the old story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, of agon, of the wanderer, harried for years on end. Thanks be to all those blessed Homers—bards who, by their vatic quests, eternally restore to us those who have stood on thresholds before us, who eternally restore that single party of the victorious and the defeated. Thanks be to those bards who, within the Holy Grail of their imaginations, fired and fused in syllable and rhythm the one call with the numberless stories of each way and path, and bring each of us again and again to the threshold, the razor’s edge, the narrow gate.

Teri H Martin