Epistle Iv - the Golden Triad
(I)
We extend our palms
our fingers tips
approach the
shadowed altar
eagerly anticipating
the opulent outpour
(II)
As the Holy Spirit
courses through
our tainted goblets
we shed transgression's
slithering veneer
digging ourselves
out of covetous morass
(III)
The saffron silk veil
slips and lo!
We stand stripped
clean of all externalities,
as unvarnished clay
aching for the rite of
crimson resurrection
(IV)
We submerge ourselves
into the fountain
brimming with
deep red renewal,
only to shoot up
to the surface
as untouched doves
nesting atop
Lebanese cedars
we are ripened by
immortality's elixir
(V)
We are the
freshwater reservoir
whose waves
gush inwards
resuscitating the
asphyxiated foliage of
our inner vineyards
(VI)
Our nascent
buds erupt into song,
belting a trio of notes
stretched across
a chasm of octaves
to form Providence's
golden triad
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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