God’s Veil

Full Moon

Rosary of the holy lamb

Did your hand run across it?

O Saint of fire and light

Did your feet run in the meadow

With speckled dingoes and sheepdogs?

Were the beads dipped in blood?

Did your hand draw back with

The flesh all but gone?

 

Did you say your prayer

Amidst the smoke, sirens and the pain?

Was the moon rising full

Over the trees and outback?

 

The faerie queen danced just outside

My back door last night.

The angels cried when they saw your wounds,

Archangels bringing green/gold flames

 

Bring me my sword, Joan

Bring me my shield and armour

Bring me my spear and all the horses

Of my ancestors.

Under the full moon we will be warriors

If he can’t heal you

I will find the God who can.

 

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with apologies to Belloc

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so;
Benedicamus Domino! – Hillaire Belloc

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Wherever Enchatuer’s moon doth glow

One finds wild women all in a row,

At least until bad WordPress smites,

Up rises a chorus of “this bites.!”

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from the night

From the night we save a bit

of dreamtime color, just a slip

the part that does not fade or  fall

through open hands upon awakening.

If Morpheus should chance to leave a token of his power

and sway, let ever full hearts

empty out into the light of day.

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