Thus the Spirit

It’s the lifeblood, the Spirit live, the ache of love, and bleeding
Pride. I die and rise, a flagrant war, beneath the flesh, aflame
The core. And tribal rites, condition life, and wisdom scars,
Suffuse the light. Thus we perish, the death of Love, fraught
Wit splinters, and rising glum. But freshet joy, adrift the clouds,
My precious love, my angel wild. And life to death, my cloven
Sight, and God to earth, the demon’s plight. Thus the Spirit,
Apace to heal, the hallowed soul, the fervent wheel.

And heart to blood, the flame of prayer, the omen’s cage, a
Christic layer. And beauty scars, our treasured wealth, a nimbus
Tear, a cry for help. Thus we flourish, the tint of pain, the ache
Of love, the spirit slain. And truth to soul, we flit and fly, adrift
The hells, but deep inside. Thus we blossom, amidst the war,
Fraught with panic, and tragic sores.