The fifth of the series and perhaps the most bold, if only for the final lines. The allegory of passion as religion, the religious metaphors, the reference to past idols, all present and accounted for. This was the last poem of the first sessions...White Sunday VI would not come into being for another year.
-------------------------------------
you are a lantern to my soul,
lambent to my touch. your surrender
awakens me to make sacrifice
after sacrifice, pieces of myself
given as evidence of a new communion.
the old idols fade and crumble
into piles of dust and sand.
nothing can stand the test of time
but that which is willing to wait.
wait until the time for idols is passed
and we cast ourselves in images
of our true selves, severed from lies
that we even tell to the mirror
to make clearer the falsehoods
we feed upon. I have no need of riddles.
the religion of ronins is patience
and the desire to see things as they are.
I should like to see you naked,
with nothing between us but hope.
oh yes...those last lines
are very moving William
I can only imagine what I would feel
to hear someone say such a beautiful thing to me
with the sincerity of it all & none of the lusting
(lusting is good though) but in this feeling here
I feel a man naked with truth & this in itself is beautiful
or should I say beautifully inviting...
I adore the entirity of this poem
I READ THIS AS A CONVERSATION, BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN MY REDEEMER AND ME...THERE WAS NOTHING LOST AT ALL, IT IS STILL A PASSIONATE LOVE WORK. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
When Sophie Bayles inadvertently ruins a young man’s chance for employment, she sets out to find him a new position. Even though he doesn’t want her to.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
are very moving William
I can only imagine what I would feel
to hear someone say such a beautiful thing to me
with the sincerity of it all & none of the lusting
(lusting is good though) but in this feeling here
I feel a man naked with truth & this in itself is beautiful
or should I say beautifully inviting...
I adore the entirity of this poem
Every Day of The Week
Vickie