Up, up rose the spirit into a pink and paradisiacal contentment, whence she viewed space with rosy rapture; the effect beginning to wear off, or reaching terra firma, she became aware of hundreds of parcels or shelves, identically marked "Jesus Wept".
Anhalonium
I am the Christ. I am loved.
I, adored and believed.
The laurel is wound, the path is cleared,
The bar was set and I've achieved.
In the voices of quarreling men,
Three trees have sung a subtle song,
the giver and thief to yolk.
The doubter and disciple together belong.
Riding on the rising wind
The slender limbs of faery folk
Have borne my soul unto the urn
While whispering of an untellable joke
About a Cave that sparkles crystal clear
And therein a Self still as fragile glass,
who hears the splash of Immortal Tears
--The love-song of the First and Last!
Author notes
Written May 22nd, 2005
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Great Write
I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!wow i love the symbolism and imagery!!!! -
Thanks
Ah, Thanks caz!
you are a wonderful commenter (dunno if that's actually a word but 
) lol i have no idea where i was going at with this one but the weird part is that it only took me about 5 minutes to writes, rather some of my easier poems takes me a while longer.
Love ya!
Vanessa -
this poem is awesome...it is so extremely different that each word just makes you keep reading..the message is also rahter interesting....I really liked it...keep writing...Luv Caz
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Thanx
Thank you, Oh kind pozo! I appreaciate your wonderful comment, I rarely get any visitors now-adays. It's nice to see a new face.
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Wow, this is a very interesting write I liked your rich imagery here, great write Keep writing, this was very deep
All the best,
Pozo
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