Daily Signet

We call to the muse as Homer did, "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 the blessed Homers, bards, who by their vatic quests eternally restore to us those who have stood on the threshold before us, that single party of the victorious and the defeated. Thanks be to those bards who within the Holy Grail of their imaginations, fire and fuse in syllable and rhythm the one call with the numberless stories of each path and way, and bring each of us again and again to the threshold, the razor's edge, the narrow gate. 

Teri Martin