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Sunday, June 16, 2024

Logos (I. Liturgy) / George J. Dance


LOGOS

I. Liturgy

In the beginning, I remember
Turning to you in darkness
In the void
Your body without form
A darker mist beside me
And how there was no sin

How in the dusk your silhouette
Took shape and grew an arm 
Thrusting into the gloom
How then there was light
And we could see

And, not seeing, could hear
The staccato
Of rain above, the boom
Of nearby falls, and beyond,
Forever swelling,
The throb of the ocean ...

The way I dropped
As into sweet grass
In a clearing beneath
Cathedral pines thrusting,
To taste each berry,
To breathe every flower,
To sink as into living green to bleed

And how with the blood
Came the animal rising,
Standing, massing, chanting,
Pounding on the skin drum
Harder, my love, ever harder
My love
And how that was creation
And how that was new life
And how that was sin

And how there will be sin
Again tomorrow
The day of the dead god
Tomorrow, when you turn away
In silence and walk past
Tomorrow, when we will both feel torn
For words we could not find

But for now you rest. 


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