After Watching the Passion of Joan of Arc (1929)
Though my knees be weak,
Though my heart be but an organ,
Though my bones be broken,
Though my flesh be burnt as
insignificant meat
I have fulfilled my destiny
Placed name upon eternity's bow
Held up the stars and universe
with my encumbered arches
See me to my requiem
See me to my soul
See that I may be made
of whisper and vapor
No more does this burden concern me
No more do these tears freeze against
my weary cheeks
Dutiful as always
Stumbling just as easily
Servant to Master
Buyer to Dealer
Patient to Healer
Exodus to Genesis
And O to my eyes
Beholden your Majesty
And my lips do not crack
And my fingers are useless
I need not walk, for you
are my wings
I am Wind I am Cloud I am Sun
I am Stars I am Earth I am Ocean
I am Ether.
Copyright © Christopher Courtney | Year Posted 2006
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