Ἀγνώστῳ Θεῷ
Lord,
i will
wait for you, like a dog;
lying
scattered, in the tear dust,
drinking
sweet darkness, ageing on pus,
tired
eyes conceded to the cloud,
shattered
by the shadow shroud,
that
veils all things holy.
nothing
left, but only
to listen…
every
pore of the soul, aching
for my
Master’s call, some whisper
of His
steps come close, or tremor
in the
chambers of His precious Heart.
i’ll
wait…
…in the tension,
that
hovers over the swell
where
eternity and line time,
crash
into one; there …
dead in the blissful vision and dying
for the anticipation of the vision,
suffering the sweetness of completion
before the agony of becoming …
i’ll wait.
Lord,
let me die here,
cocooned by cloud,
asleep in the water, suspended
slave to strange currents
whispers through the between land,
long living longing,
throbbing with the sunflower
leaning to the shadow.
oh, may it swell up slow
and take me.
life’s a guilty pleasure,
sliding, sting of honey on tongue
fleeting, faster than death
seeping, as dreams on breath
all so light, hold it!
it might just blow away.
and do i even now wake?
trampling dusky earth
pressed by dusty skies,
singing ecstasy in secret
in lands unstuck from time.
so heavy the days
deep nights of longing.
i am giddy with life
and the precious knowledge:
that now is my day to die.
