a sonnet for Pentecost

“touch the Light that is our means of seeing/indwell the Life that is our form of being”

FEEL that font in you which feels both joy and pains
bethink the root of thought, its welling power
drink in the Truth—the sap that flows, sustains
the Tree of Life, and bodies forth as flowers— 
orange, violet, pink, and white, and red—
colors for the wayward soul to make her seat
and greenery on which to make her bed
to sip on nectar gold and honey-sweet
poured out from the Sun (chalice of the day),
know that faith by which we seek and find our Way
touch the Light that is our means of seeing
indwell the Life that is our form of being
and in our deepest sleep, let hearts awaken
the soul may lose herself, but never be forsaken

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