UNTIL GOD IS REACHED

Tonight I tremble
under cold dark skies
to whisper I love you.

O my Friend!

I curse my fading heart
we wrest in prayer: God!
Sinew him whom you
wombed from clay!
You dressed his torment
You heard him tearing, Now
Semble him in gold eternity!

O Reaper of my agony
Split the tree of fiery stars
assail the heavenly mansion
Flee the censure of the canons
until God is reached.

God! O dear God!

 

January 2011