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