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Revelation

When she finds she is with child, Mary says
Let it be to me according to Thy word
no light shall I deny.
She willingly places herself into the hands of what will be
what is conceived within her
what is to be begotten of her.
And in the offering of herself, she receives of her own capacity.

 

I remember I spoke of quickening the dead.
There is available to me now, a vast lake
Its depths are numbered in forgiven ages past

Cold air traps silence
Bottle green water slightly laps.
Let it be to me according to thy word.

I don’t have to get in
I don’t have to ask what is mine
Delivered, as I am, of my ever present

The water slips me its offerings.
Presence after presence
Stacked from the deep

Warriors presiding over the tiny child
Gods abiding with human.
Embryonic unfolds through ancestral

Local and global are one
The eternal as now 
In Revelation.