Life to Blood

Infuse the heart, the Sufi’s shrine, the pulse of God, the

Stream of brine. For life to blood, and death to light, the

Fulgent soul, must pay the price. And sudden flame, awakes

The soul, a restless ache, a spirit bold. And flaming chills,

A zealot spark, the fruit of love, the spoken heart. Thus

The future, a purple red, a bleeding wound, adrift the dead.

And  life to blood, the tears of Christ, the Spirit wept, and

Bled the light.

Thus we venture, to touch the face, unveil the pulse, outsoar

The faith. For death to light, the prophet burns, a voiceless

Prayer, the wake of worms. And mystic plight, awakes the

Sore, to hidden flame, beneath the core. For life to blood, an

Aching tear, the fruit of love, and prudent fear. And heart

To soul, the ache of Christ, the Spirit wept, and bled the light.