By reading now, you come to be
Back to when my hand did spin
Words scratched on parchment soft
Remembrance of my own past lost
In the land that gave birth to me
There was a king who built
Strong walls and fountains fine
And acknowledged the right divine
As all kings, he was not to see
His crown’d son’s failed strife
Where he straightened, son deformed
And what he praised was now to scorn
It seems to common tragedy
Set his sword dark against
My brothers killed most vile
And set me adrift, lone exile
His energies are without neglect
For nothing divine is partiality
And there is no want for water
No stone in the path of the walker
Or does He more, the king respect
But to all who know the poor
From heaven’s frame bless’d perceive
Earth’s bound waters then set free
For some a cleansing did elect
Other’s feet lost, began to drown
This unexpected tragedy
Hard on them it fell and suddenly
Departing from the homely house,
I started by naming the nameless ones.
Walking with each in his own way,
I became to the world the word of law.
Speaking mighty wonder-whispers,
I grieved into my own heart and shuttered.
I noticed not the smell of rotten
Foaming unseen about my hands and mouth.
I answered not yet secret crimes,
Running long into the night of fell flesh.
I remember how wet the wound
Spilling my pride onto the naked ground.
Ignite my despoil’d rags, ashen me;
I cannot bear the weight of memory.
Give me to drink clearest water;
I have a mouth poisoned of salted stones.
Arise my hope, come to my aid!
I know not one who has ever known me.
Went on down to the man
Who was sent up to meet me
Told him true my name
And asked him for the same
“Justice” how he began
And then moved in close
Asking directly with a nod
”Doesn’t a fool like you fear God?”
I then recalled how I ran
From that apparition
But answering from dismal pride
Within my shame I did hide
Holy Angel’s gazing can
Pierce that mask we bear
Once you’ve gone and invited in
That which has always been
Listen now my simple plan
Waiting there, growing old
To keep the vigil oil burning
’Til I see again the face of yearning
This keeper of peace feared but
the Lord and gave to the poor
In evening prayers while others
would rest, he with eyes beheld
A living messenger clear
appearing, spoke his name
Bread from heav’n, not as of old,
but for more than just the day
Eating his bread and drinking
of wine gives life and living
Firm monument for prayers
cast into the ages of ages
Hard is this speaking, who can
hear it and avoid offense?
What would you say if heaven
parted and you saw yourselves?
Walk swiftly to the temple,
and hear account of a sight
From the rooftop each looks clean
and yet nothing is secret
None can know ’til it’s shown;
once seen it cannot be unseen
Chance to know what all believe
hidden; rise up, pray, and breathe