- Meditation: The sixth of August: “show us the splendor”
I am the Beacon, says The Lord;
I call My Heart together from the ends of the earth:
Come and join the pulsing ecstasy That is My Love.
I am the Siren seeking the father of her sons;
I am the man whose passions lead him to the arms of the enemy;
Come, My Heart, and sing the melody as One.
My Heart has been broken like glass;
Its shards were strewn across the seas into the abyss.
Stones long buried in the fields of life
My Heart rises through the sand
And seeks itself upon dry land.
Be not afraid in your humility, My Heart;
Do not shrink from light cast across dark waters:
Arise and walk the shining waves above the shoal
And hear joy's great emancipation dance unfold
© 1999, Sugarpie Rabbit
Next Idiot wind: A collection of five dedicated poems Back
In the Face of Love: The Book of the Beloved
SPR © 14 February 2007, Sugarpie Rabbit
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