Marcus's Divinely Silent Purpose
Purple and red of a very rare sunset flowing up -
Are the colours of the Cremisan wine where Christ did die,
That the rays of grace may shine when every star is present,
That the divine sparks may rejoice in the taste of the cup,
Though it’s a brief moment in the black, directionless sky,
After the red sun of grace went in the cup in descent.
Marcus vocalised “May the speech made before any sound,
Fill your burning cores, increase knowledge in you this advent,
By the mustard seed planted into your hearts that get by.”
Through these words, the largest cup next to the small cup renowned,
Purple, red outpours as meant.
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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