aSongforCon

28 today …

Byzantium’s child
bathed in the light
of the Holy Ghost

Wild, lone,
she takes a tomb
as her retreat
to remember and pray

She has baffled
all our sages
as well as psalmists,
rabbis and priests
Were she to beckon
toward the gospel
you’d see us as vicars,
deacons or priests

Driver, I cried,
as she saddled to leave,
don’t carry her
away in your train!

The day she left me
I set loose squadrons
along the path,
armies of patience

(-Muhyiddin Ibn ‘Arabi)

Rest in Peace Tenshi ….. xx