Thursday, September 20, 2007
your timeless cantabile
whisper it away
and bury this catafalque of pain
Go to the pond
beyond the reflection
of the oak
effortlessly cluster words
along your vibrant canopy
salvation whispered
apportion your diaphanous water
on parched tongues
so we may partake
salvation with thy holy viaticum.
Lull
the celestial language
whisper and conquer
this muted plea
take my trembling hand and lead on
waft away the gossamers
the muted mist
onto hope and towards the light
the light
and into the open
then
shadow the radiant light
so I can discern this image
your countenance
this reflection of divinity.
