On a Sunday morn he by the
Holy Ghost power arose, the third
day from the merciless Sheol--
the Saint who for the sinners died,
when he was cruelly crucified,
that Friday noon on Calvary's cross,
to redeem many a perishing soul.

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When love grows out of time
And huddles in a grey season
Of distemper, beware chilling
Same, the deep low downing
Doldrums, the browning burn
Of the left alone flower, deftly
Dying laughter, stale motions,
The hollow rings entrapments
When love grows out of time.

Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
Love has turned black.

When once I saw creation in your eyes,
My heart a seed, a finger rapt fist of bud,
A box of chaos, daring to be opened,
By a gentle house of reckless child, my heart
In the bracken field of surrender, saw deaths night,
The fertile light of stars in your face, cradled
In your fleshy shower of holy stone, your flame,
Your fire, nestled in your hair, undone.

The rain meets the roots
Watering my heart again
*A lot’s at stake here

Casting the old flame's gear
away,
garbing a new wear.

Mute mobile feelings,
Tracing blue lights of handhelds,
New ways to miss love.

Saw her on dance floor  .  .  .
My whole wide world was spinning
  .  .  .  Wondrous show not fair.

Desert sands billow in great open of silence,

The sun is quaking in deep grains of swirling,

Earth and sky are a great pool of indifference,

Even birds have no song in stormy desolation.

Upon her faithful frame togs
Of beauty hangs;
Rosy robe, smelling myrrh.


All the go love is unambiguous--
Nought hid; clear
Like glass, soft like foulard.

Vastness of oceans,
Taut wings winding to horizon,
Learned albatross.

Sun slowly sinking above the river rushing,
Lime white lilies trumpet to the moon aloof,
Fatted fowl wading, an end to days hushed,
Lo, mercurial otter slips downstream— ****!