Mystical poem written 1-25-25. Hymn to the Divine 13.

1. With no time to lose, I stalk to my temple, Prayer rope in hand, To demand that You answer, My tearful confessions, Both positive and negative, Still ache within my lungs, As I chant the penitential psalms The heady smoke of myrrh and mugwort, Mixes with the scent of burning wax, As I begin to unravel myself, Into a silver thread to entrance You Prayers float like love songs, And join with the incense to rise, High above that hallowed altar, A perfume fit for the gods 2. I can’t forget the look, In Your sorrowful eyes, As we parted that last time, And I found myself falling into time You warned me then, As You always do, That I would regret it, That the game would hurt Then I found myself here, On the Playground again, Ready to do whatever it takes, To get the job done But I often find myself wondering, Where I will find You, Peeking out from behind, The faces that I meet 3. Temperamental and tortured, I flung myself around so hard, That it shook loose the shadow, Of a crying little girl On the far edge of the Desert, She mourns her failures, As she lays down in her grave, Ready to sleep and dream I met her laying there alone, That girl with my eyes, And a shining smile, Like a shard of molten steel We held hands in the dark, And blew each other a kiss, As the Sun went out, And we said goodnight
Art: Edmund Leighton, “The Shadow”, (~1909)
