RECKONING


In truest consciousness of the God measure in us, we can soar beyond the ends of the world even with broken wings

You are the attributes of a hundred virgin Wells in the wilderness and a million songs in a fading festival, awakening innermost elations hanging in the balance

You have become the character of ancient red wine set on tables of ivory and redwood; The peasant and the rich, both find delight in your kind intoxicating words

The nations waits on you as a maid looks to the hands of her mistress

Since you became a dreamer with God, dreamers of men salute the ocean in you, emulating your perfect template

In the accurate reckoning of the beauties of beauty hidden within the inner castle of my heart I have also become…

I have become an elegant moon. I have become a Solomon. I am the coat of many colours of Joseph. I have become the song of Songs in Eden Prairie

I am a companion of strength and courage. My fears can be traced in the air; a vapour

I no longer live, but God; the life that I live. I live in the consciousness of His life in me.

I can only reckon

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