Mire Thick

From sin to sorrow: and pain to mercy. Such a miracle, this

Life; and such grace—The Christ. I storm a valley; and

Climb the mire; and every soul, a revelation. We live such

Anguish; and love such mystery. What is such capacity: and

Such holy love: my holy death; for snatch not ghost—only

Body; and snatch not heart—only dirt: return my joy. Indeed,

Such greed; and grip a dove, the love of God; and flight a

Prayer, my birth to fly; and thirst the Blood, the wings to

Soar; and so much life—to touch a ghost; for bleeding

Wings, an angel’s breath; and screaming souls, a cherub’s

Heart; and deep the fen, a spoken tear: the fear of God, a

Shattered wind; for walking glass, a stormy mind: a lifeless

Breath, the frost of pain; but deep repent, a Garden Christ;

And mire thick, the wars of life.