The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 18

the testament a word’s response
one thought flowing into another in a mind’s arabesque
as in illumined manuscripts of Arabic or Celtic lore
even as scattered clouds weave a like-wise manuscript in a sky not southern but
northern to my delight
here
time and place matter
shadows are for deciphering
messages to be lived by
as if some church bell was ringing Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus
shadows
light
and Sanctus
trinity of the world
where mermaids murmur
“dream-song, dream-song, dream-song”
and we are grey pilgrims of the word
air changes to water
water changes to word
word becomes fire an light
come, let us sing it again.