In all expectations those ruminating violets behold this zenith as the prayer of Today's Heaven casts an illuminated poetry/of words-forgiveness, His name. golden halos of reproof/ the beckoning willow beset by an early Spring wind and you, my childhood friend again/ it's taken this long to begin-sundering one hope-this substantive kiss/ in faith our fire emerged out of long darkness/ Though snakes still glide/ or sift through this quickening mire. . . (We must have this newness of Love again a votive candle) If this birth beside the resurrected truth where emptiness could listen/ This space or a perversion once told--how darkly inside the derisive garden/ Why do the meadows roll still green within this weeping? Perhaps For what was stolen/ borrowed by false death-or brutal agony/ This laughing mask of Love's impostor.. O Insipid Angel-At last the day will arrive/w/in a rumor of gold silk/clefts of lightning and sharp purple clouds/ first light covered the thunder of trumpet calls-the advent of our Grace returning. Spring 1997 Revised 7/21/2008 Photo of Poem w/digital effect 2009