badstar

(His Song)
Now I know
there is no before
nor after,
that all escape lies in the perfect
contour;
now I know that the tale of his lust
is lies,
his allure has outwitted the flesh,
his lust
is pure-lust of the eyes
for beauty
in tangible things,
his words
fly with wings

now I know
that all who have spoken ill,
who imperil
and threaten the god,
are holding their souls to a mirror,
light threatens, is active, is gone,
so it is with a song;

are you strong?
he is strong;
are you weak?
he prevails- but not you
to question
his power when you falter,
the blame is your own;
he knows not remorse, nor repents,
he remains

faultless and perfect and whole;
he is;
you may burn,
you may curse,
you may threaten,
you may pour out red-gold on his
altar
he comes to no call
not to magic
nor reason;

his word
is withdrawn,
hieratic,
authentic,
a king's,
yet all may recieve it;
he turns at a whim,
who answers no threat,
no call of the flue,
no drm-beat of the drum;
you may bargain
and threaten,
the prophet
is distant and mute;

yet one day
he will speak
through a child or a thrush
or a stray in the market;
he will touch
with the arm of a herdsman
your arm
he will brush
with the lips of a brother
your lips;
you will flame into song,

that no merchant can buy,
that no priest can cajole;
he is here,
he is gone.
( (His Presence) )

I love this poem.

cut it because it's long....