A Brief Parousia
A Brief Parousia
Mountain Brook Road, 12/2/20
Seven deer sidle
Through
Like mist
A brief
Parousia
Between one hidden life and
Another
Now
Roils the wind
Now blinding snow, now
All hail these lucid tongues of flame
From the heart of
An unseen
Sun
Now drops
The veil
Even darkness
Obscured
Who can know
Whence they come
Or wither all things go?
If I could live like
This
Surely I would be
Saved
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