Sacrament thoughts: 25 October 2009

Named in space, no time

Proclaimed good and pronounced a noble—child

Hands on another, blessing by the lights of paramount spheres

Words of another, filled with the swell of inspirations

Love, water, sight and spirit in the midst of the sons and daughters of Zion

 

Rims of gold, sapphire, and ebony,

Tusks, ivory, and folded rivers,

Interlaced, five with five,

And she went up and down on puce—

Mind racing time, space, short and long—breaths of reflection

I love her more than myself—but which self sees those rims of gold?