Morning Meditation

Oh the sheer design: to thirst Spirit; and love Christ. My Ghost,

A flaming fountain; and so much to disappoint. Feel the fire,

My light; and walk the skies, my love; and dance the Jordan.

I grip a myrtle; and whittle life; and so heart a phantom; and

So deep a wound. Every verse, a revelation; and every tear,

A revolution. The pain, ascetic: the grain is Blood; and soils

Rich, a fertile heart. What was David: the wars of prayer; and

What was Samson: a troubled man; and both the light; and

Both the Sword. Sprinkle faith, my bleeding mind; and

Fathom night, my burning ghost; and Mt. Sinai, mosaic stones;

And burning Light, the plight of Rome. We trek and fall; and

Fall and rise; and Sun to earth—the moon and sky. A fire stirs,

A humble man; and human thoughts, a field of sand; and yet

And still, a violent war: my mind to burn—my soul to floor.