Tag Archives: Light

Claim for the Meek

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading

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Night Gallery

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What Leaves May Come

Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.

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Sleet

Scattered, like numinous sleet of commas, the faeries intimated bright shards of language, not yet discovered or long since forgotten.

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Supple

By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.  

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Bard

Bardic task at hand, to bask, in solitude, bare– Light passing over.

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Orphan

Lighted faith for fools, orphan-heart rigged to wander– every moon Home.

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In Praise of Dark and Light

Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading

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Bask

To perish, gently, in a siege of love, every last wildflower the smiling face of a memory, basking, as you cede to the cradle of warm dream.

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Crescendo

What about the rough, thorny grace of angels locked in love-play, the traceless sex of light piercing light, scaling an impossible crescendo?

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