Or In the Likeness and Image of God We Are Made Of
As life dust, the particles sing
The spiritual light in sentience traversed
We
In those templates and essences
As they came upon each other
Discovering one another of eternal
And through all the myriads of touch
Kissed within the creations Goddess and Gods
Recognized each other
And named it love
Terpsichore was hailed to weave herself
Through the atoms of soul
Those motes we knew and did not know
But still she fell into your eyes
And every word unspoken sits on the quivering of lips
And every nuance transforms its translation
Echoes to the summit my fingertips
Some say it is destiny
Light you were and love you are
Flame of me
Flame of yourself
For each breath of me
Was you
When bathed in glory
Wrote the hymn of us
So triumphantly sung
And knew the passions
Of human
Love
In equilibrium
Between spirit, skin the divine pendulum
There in the heart of the fire
And the pulse pounding vein of blood
We did not deny how we were made
Or who we are
Or in the likeness and image of God
We are made of
" And if I should wake, with such a despicable taste upon my tongue and wide eyed bare witness to all the cruelty that has been done; if I should see love, so fettered and love brought so low to a trammeled struggle be; forgive me; please; for the despising in my heart, for all those who made it so. "
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