Veiled
Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see,
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”
A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist
and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn;
She is a castaway in a land far away
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.
This is a place where all good girls go to die
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
A place where a child is heard and paried in love.
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