I’m So Inflated

I heard a sermon: God spoke of diamonds: Christ smiled. I’m

So inflated, two fathoms near the Holy Ghost; and St. Mary—

Longs the prayer. My flaming Father: I kneel the death; and

Flare the life. So much to slight redemption; and so much—to

Fail God. I’m a mystic old; and dearly driven. Bless the Priest;

And praise the blood; for mortal life—a portal fey; and mystic

Grey—an hour torn. Thus, the wait; and thus, the faith; and thus,

The saint. I’m so inflated, a vocal wind; and such the glory, a

Sinner’s wings. My Bishop heart, the moon is blood; and falling

Sun—a russet sky. The dragon kneels, and pledges Christ: I’m

Stamped—my God; and so inflated—a David sword: speak the

Psalms. My dearest God, a Garden burns: speak the Word; and

Something moves—a violet pulse—a language felt; and

Scripture walks: my God.