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walking with walt
September 2009 
mirror-glass (for him i sing)
Posted on Feb 27th, 2009
by 
mary
mary
yes, a conundrum!
but for life, He is but silence
and without dilation, His vast potential
nary stirring
but a whisper
a word
a lyric
a song
a dim echo in long-forgotten cathedral
a deep stirring down the catacombs there
mind within mind, blooming
cascading, NOW!
into the vast forever-gone
as if as if it never were
we are holy tear, traced
like liquid lightning, in His eye
as He delights
enraptured, hot stone to brook
in our tender passing
we crest His moment
breathe His beyond
and rise upon His mighty storm
to know Him knowing himself
as He grinds our mirror-glass to lens
tunes our pipes
and flutes our trembly reeds to perfection
i am become crescendo
in His gilt chambered heart
my voice raised to Him
that He may sing...
but for life, He is but silence
and without dilation, His vast potential
nary stirring
but a whisper
a word
a lyric
a song
a dim echo in long-forgotten cathedral
a deep stirring down the catacombs there
mind within mind, blooming
cascading, NOW!
into the vast forever-gone
as if as if it never were
we are holy tear, traced
like liquid lightning, in His eye
as He delights
enraptured, hot stone to brook
in our tender passing
we crest His moment
breathe His beyond
and rise upon His mighty storm
to know Him knowing himself
as He grinds our mirror-glass to lens
tunes our pipes
and flutes our trembly reeds to perfection
i am become crescendo
in His gilt chambered heart
my voice raised to Him
that He may sing...
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so musical mary!
She is the flutist on the green,
calling out the sun and cloud,
she sets the trees a dancing
like a wind…
a timid breeze
to the symphonic gale
of the thrice-blessed bard!