2.11.2015

Contemplation Eleven

O true Friend,
O true revealer of my heart,
O true lattice for my soul’s rose,
O joy of my time before heaven,
Braid!

O only prophet
of the logos and the rhema,
(speaker,carrier,listener)
Bind!

O tomb where beauty does not fade,
O epitaph where chiselled in its stone o’er the grave,
Loose!

O Suture of the surgeon’s lancet,
O Critique of the artist’s paint,
O Map of the compass spiritual quest,
O High places of new worship,
O Beginning from the end, circle us,
Tie!


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