I.
I see the basin
The river
The dirt and filth on All

Some look like raisin
they shiver
As their world would shrink so small

I see the Lamb
The Angel
The Hexagram or crossed poles

II.
My mother told me to wear red on that day
Though she wore yellow
My mother told me not to yell on that day
Oh, how she curtailed a fellow

My father wasn't to be seen that day
At that time he was  scarce as a swallow
I think my father wore green that day
and so unlike my mother he could never wallow

III.

"Ark.."
Shiver
Sacred Candles
The voice coaxed up from the mountains
"Love...Thorn...Cup"
Purple Tasseled Majesty
IHS They say. Were the others?