softly silhouetted in the warm yellow hall light
contrasting the carpet of deep green shag
his frame bends in through the doorway
and brings my cup of milk
i've an idea,
he said
placed in your mind
to be a better man
i've made a crown
for you
and put it in your room
the glory of god is intelligence, he begins
light and truth
which truth shineth
which light proceedeth forth from the presence of god
to fill the immensity of space
he reaches his long arms, outstretched
holds them high above his head
palms facing out
fingers spread wide
as he speaks, i picture my long body
the trunks of my legs
the branches of my arms
outstretched, glowing and strong
like his
like the tree of life in the painting
like an electric neon nervous system
no dark silhouette
because i am filled with light
the light which is in all things
gently he lowers his hand over my heart
i feel his palm rising and falling with my breath
which giveth life to all things
and feel his aging wrinkled skin pressing up against mine
which is the law by which all things are governed--
even
the power of god
we whisper in unison
years later
standing to his left around the altar
i take his right hand in mine
filling his palm
with this divine embrace, he tells me
when you wear your clothes
i wear them too
i wear your shoes
and the jacket too--
through all generations of time
and throughout all eternity
promise? i ask
with mysterious urgent emotion
pulling the covers up over my shoulders
he kisses my wide open forehead
pauses in the doorway
switches off the light
and vanishes into the darkness
and the darkness comprehendeth it not.
photo by ci
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Rest in my arms
Sleep in my bed.
There is a design
To what I did and said.
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