Abraham’s Vision

A poem for the weekend…

Take hope, oh my soul,

Raise your eyes above;

Lose yourself, die,

In vast sky-seas of love.

Tides of mortal worry

Torture you no more;

Suffering, aged and sweet,

Free from shallow shore.

Baptism, divinely murdered,

In night’s eternal light;

Heartflesh pierced, shifting gaze—

Blindness conquers sight.

How wondrous are your ways;

So close and deep within.

Take hope, oh my soul:

The heavens are your kin.


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