BLISS is my word

Quite a few years ago, one of my professors asked our class to choose a word from Spenser's The Faerie Queene that particularly intrigued us. I chose the word, bliss. I have resurrected a poem that explains my perspective of this word, for I had a blessed week and thought it would be appropriate to post this today.

Bliss

In the O.E.D. resides the little word,

Bliss

So many entries for this little word:

bless, blessed and even bleche!

Heavenly gifts juxtaposed

with human expression.

Humans have this responsibility

to emulate higher levels of existence

to elevate human consciousness,

for each of us has been blessed

with gifts that enhance the living

presence surrounding us

moving humanity forward

in peaceful bliss.

My bliss originates in the glorious* way

we human beings speak to one another.
I scrutinize my fellow humans,

make mental notes of their paralanguage,
spiritual linguistics

where the core of truth generates

the coexistence of 
benevolence and deceit, dissonance!

Sometimes, this confuses me…Bleche!

so I retreat

to my place, the voice within, the Glor

where music of eternal, natural peace

and soothing sound waves of passion

form consonant harmonies,

my personal bliss.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos    

*Glor: the Irish Gaeilge word for voice, sound