de Vowels - poem

                                                                                       

 

 

de Vowels

 

 

With the first look you cut me cleanly,

Both assailant and rescuer,

Haemorrhaging now into Life

Like the Mystical Rose.

 

I now a cult of One, the eternal Loser –

An alchemist of old seeing

Symbols littering the universe

Leading me only ever onto You!

 

Keeping relics, these fetishes,

After the great abandonment,

As proof positive of your actual presence.

 

Making offerings on sacred feast days,

Holding weekly masses,

Praying to you alone, inside the Walled Garden.