Hike Immortal

Say the name: but so much to say it perfect; and I dance an
Organ, pleading forgiveness; and such the joy: a soul that
Speaks; and such the light: the wings of wind; and fly such
Night, a pier of pain; and walk such grief, the hike of clouds;
For such is heart—to sing the Christ; and psalmic songs,
The wells of praise.

An iron plank, afflicts the mind; and orchid prayers—redeem
The soul; and such to fly, the crops of God: a flock of sheep:
A staff and rod; and Dinah’s pain, a riddle torn: the yeast of
Death: the breath of love; but deep within—I must reveal: a
Life of thought: the will to flame; and earth to sky, the arm
Of faith: an empty tomb: a woman’s tears; and feast of joy, a
Broken bread: the wine of blood: a fey ascent; and priestly
Souls, a guarded gate: the debt of life, a Bishop’s fate.