The man of earth, from dusty ground
Is body, filled with breath
In eighty years, or therearound
He'll lose his dust to death.
The man of God must learn from dirt
Which comes and goes to earth
His spirit must to God return
And, dying, find new birth
As water lifts from deep blue sea
To misty clouds, which rain
The selfsame drop eternally
Flies home and dies again.
Just so must he who loves his God
Being born of Spirit and Father
Float up, and be poured into, God
Becoming living water
Air flows with an easy grace
Back and forth and back
Torn throughout the West and East
It yet remains intact
Just so does he who loves his God
Wander without a care
Until he's called back unto God
Becoming purest air
Flame alights an arrow's head
Before it quickly flies
To flaming fields of burning dead
Where it, too, quickly dies.
Just so does he loves his God
Emerge and move the same,
Until he lands and lives in God,
Becoming burning flame
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
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