“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Another poem by my friend James Adams tonight for your enjoyment:
SISTER BODILY DEATH
Assisi wrote with praise and hymn
Of distant sun
And mighty twin
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
Thy cold embrace
‘Neath mask of moon
The rictus chord
Of crimson tune
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
Of you foretold
My eyes to pale
No flailing limb
‘Gainst you prevail
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
With fleeting beat
My heart to still
In silent weep
And dreamy chill
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
With laughing dance
In mortal coil
Of ripened bones
To till thy soil
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
O lovers kiss dwell not too long
Soon speak no word
Soon sing no song
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
With sweet reward
And far off call
Inexorable tread
In end
In thrall
O hail to thee my sister
My sister bodily death
Deliverance grant
From tragic plight
No falsity borne
Of will o’wisp light
O hail to thee my sister
My sister of bodily death
No truth can match
Your deadly fact
No sin
No glutton
Nor dreadful act
O hail to thee my sister
My sister bodily death
With praise to thee
And life on lease
An Instant fear
Forever peace
O hail my sister
With maidens breath
O hail to thee my sister
My sister bodily death
– James Adams
<h4 Blessings, G
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