Psalm 3


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Lord, how I covet purity and faith!
Many have been the obstacles thou held against me.
Many there be which say of my soul,
There is no help for him on Earth or in God. Selah.
But thou, O Lord, art the fuel of my inner world
My glory, and lifter up of mine diviner eyes
I cried unto the Lord with such my secret voice,
And he heard me out of his timeless mind. Selah.
I was a chosen person woken from sleep
I awaked; for the Lord somehow sustained
My spirit in harder times, since that I cannot be afraid
That I myself was born from such a fate
Arise, O Lord, to save me from my worst self
For thou has smitten all my illusions, one by one
Until all that is left is my salvation & belonging
Thy blessing is upon me now, and I share it freely
For in giving I come upon thy chosen face
To find a love which no failure can prevent Selah.

PARADISE DIGESTED FULLY


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i

I slept on you like a bent finger
With the world’s love against me
I was the finger-length of all love
All innovation and ascended
To a dream-interpretation of
The ultimate lucid content

ii

I shone with you like I had never before –
Attending to life without theory
Without unnecessary belief
Our sentiments were the act of sharing
So close a bond we offered Life
Like guests, the tapestry of
Our private collection of treasures
These valentine-faces, and beautifully generous

iii

We stood in dimensions without
Grief, regret or anger: not a trace
We shuffled into Spring with threaded
Kindness, inconspicuous endurance

iv

Loving the blind journey as one guards
A white shadow of protection
Our lives served a White Sun
Of a benevolent Garden of Gifts
Our only Tree of Knowledge were
The last fruits of compassion
At the end of all existence.