the
water of the word that washes clean
love carved the filigree
opened the stone
and dropped the wall
through partial sight
the cloud revealed
light shining on the water
kneeling down, we saw
minute glints of gold and supple scales,
rocks of muted color shifting
to darkened green within,
where the roots are fed.
this water winds through the trees.
long ago, I saw you in the clearing
you sat amid the shards
turned them over in your fingers
what is underneath now is stone
and roots and living things
bending in the current
the jewel green of all your water
i saw you standing on the moss
light by which there is light,
life
flesh and bone and breath,
the second adam,
the first begotten and eternal word,
smiling
your eyes friendly as a brother
when i found you again, i knew
though i love you, i could
never hold on strong enough-
never make my sight so clear as to compel
you by my flimsy works already rotten
dissolved by the wind and rain
my wings of homespun purity
could only
carry me high enough to melt
drop
the hollow of my hip unhinged
at dawn by the river
where the angel armies danced
in two companies,
coming and going upon the ladder
it must be you that carries me
limping,
dusty from the desert
set me in your arms, sealed and
finish all your works
even for one hour,
you gave us the full wage
who is this
looking forth from resurrection,
radiant from your reflected face,love carved the filigree
opened the stone
and dropped the wall
through partial sight
the cloud revealed
light shining on the water
kneeling down, we saw
minute glints of gold and supple scales,
rocks of muted color shifting
to darkened green within,
where the roots are fed.
this water winds through the trees.
long ago, I saw you in the clearing
you sat amid the shards
turned them over in your fingers
what is underneath now is stone
and roots and living things
bending in the current
the jewel green of all your water
i saw you standing on the moss
light by which there is light,
life
flesh and bone and breath,
the second adam,
the first begotten and eternal word,
smiling
your eyes friendly as a brother
when i found you again, i knew
though i love you, i could
never hold on strong enough-
never make my sight so clear as to compel
you by my flimsy works already rotten
dissolved by the wind and rain
my wings of homespun purity
could only
carry me high enough to melt
drop
the hollow of my hip unhinged
at dawn by the river
where the angel armies danced
in two companies,
coming and going upon the ladder
it must be you that carries me
limping,
dusty from the desert
set me in your arms, sealed and
finish all your works
even for one hour,
you gave us the full wage
who is this
looking forth from resurrection,
clear as the sun within and
shining out,
gallant as the whole host of stars,
each a banner lifted
airs above the ground
and planted in loam,
the blade run through, turned up,
risen into tasseled heads of wheat