Tuesday, 16 June 2015

The Kind Judgement

Tell a story, tell your story. But what is that?
In  Imago Dei is my story and I’m just beginning to hear

My ears are only leaning into the unspoken, unseen
Mine is not mine by ours and His

And yet, the surrender is the beginning
The beginning is my ending

Tears of renewal of wasted time; wasted land
One-dimensional wasteland

Ruled by natural law and Aristotle
But the circle is unbroken and the light is dawning

The circle is realized and the arising has begun.
There never was a darkness, only a veil.

There never was striving; only rest
Time redeemed is the cry
Request granted.

Leaves of grass eternal
Eden evermore.