Spirit is moving in her,
Running like tropical rain;
It has come to cleanse the day.
Aloof in the sunlit crossing
Of dismay and ecstasy,
I stumble along the strange
And wondrous depths,
Simply plummeting in his
Eyes of angelic haste.
Alone, it is spectacular
To be in his embrace.
If I had known my own
Power, I would not have
To pay. I pledge my life
In and surrender unto
Love. I thank Beyond
For my lechery, wisdom
And steady atonement. For
To live a coward, and
Never cast oneself
Into the clearing of
The eye of day; how
Does go the death?
When you realise
Crashing wishes may both
Haunt and caress you,
Let the skies part and
Show the passage there,
Where we collapse
Completely, far from
The pits of despair, but
In a petalled meadow, falling
Sweetly into Truth,
Courage and the will
To navigate oceans of
Forgiveness in all.
🎨/📷 by Bill Henson, Untitled, 2009/10