The elegance and eloquence of placid rain
Brewing winter storm, frost musk dusk in
your hands. The world your wide cup, blue
flame engulfs me in purifying downpour. I
sip at the heart of your divinity and seek out
the treasures of Saint George, holy lance.
The Dragon tempts and teases – knights are
jackasses in a can, but you with clarion blade
will not be prodded by the Beast. And so you
clear a kingdom for me to rest in, provincial
town of somnambulent wonder, and by my
side, you stand tall all night. For Michael, truly:
You are Gold's Delight!
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The Diary of Mary Magdalene: Poems from Christ's Wife
PoetryMary Magdalene writes on her love for Christ. And follows him to Hell. And back again. (A collection of poems, prayers, and meditations from the year I walked with the Lord.)
