Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Night of the Lord
Within the dark sleepless night
The earth moaned under the floor
A moon pale light, thro’ snowflake-drapes:
It would be a hallowed night…
He appeared out from a misty hollow
From a flash within the dark
White apparel, red robed
Alone, contemplative, hands raising
One look…then he disappeared
He broke my equilibrium
Who was He, —he was there!
Seem fair to ask my second mind?
As providence would have it, he was
Was he not, the Lord of Hosts?...
No: 4414/ 6-27-2014 (Happening, 1:15 a.m.)
Dedicated to JC