Something runs in my vein
Something thicker than blood
Lifting me like a steel crane
It rushes like a hasty flood,
The tide I follow to all possibility
A life never given by nature
Swallows daily my mortality
And reflects the Spirit in picture.
Divinity enters into humanity,
As bright light fights the night
Vanity gives way to eternity
As the sting of death in flight
Life oozes like a crystal spring
Health puts its heel over ailments
I match as triumphant entry of a king,
Beaming with Zoė as holy raiments.
(C)
December 2018
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