Epistle Xxix - Virgin Snow
(I)
Father,
Once more,
do I tumble and
my knees meet the
barren earth,
I beg you, my lord,
to exalt me
from self-indulgence’s
fiery maw,
an open flame that razed
my self-restraint
and holds my flock, hostage,
inside a labyrinthine
cathedral of covetousness
(II)
Father,
What use does my
sight serve if I am
blinded by the wiles of
ephemeral decay?
If my bloodshot orbs
persist as vessels for iniquity
then I plead with you to
plunge your fingers into
the very wells of my eye sockets
and refashion my
rotting gaze
to be spotless
like virgin snow
(III)
Father,
as you immerse
my dim eyes
in the dove’s
gentle radiance,
refashion me as a
blossoming seedling
with petals unfurling
towards Eden’s
paradisical embrace,
as my roots
burrow deep
and caress every
hellbound crevice of Earth
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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