O joyful desert
O glorious hurt
ablazing and engraving
ablazing and engraving
my sin with Love
And tender fire of salvation
won not earned
my body most blessed urn
housing my longing
sweet hunger songing
every atom belonging
closer to the purpose
by which Adam’s curse is
removed like stitches
and heavenly riches
Exposed in blood
O tender flood
O beautiful burden
which is the weight of the word
O Resurrection day,
please show me the way
towards bright morning glow
and tender flow
of where the heart will go
when unrestrained from passion’s flame
And although the day remains
the same,
somehow different
as if sent from on high
fears and sorrows pass by
in fasting,
Everlasting ever after
a hunger for the hereafter,
under starful rafter
altar of sky
and sweet goodbyes
The world’s shadow
no longer my halo
I dressed myself in the vestments
of purity
the surety of the quiet
far from the riot
of lust’s mutiny
and evil’s judgeful scrutiny
O blessed unity
O glorious trinity
revealed in need
which is the blessed seed
of a sacramental meal
the angel’s seal
and the Eucharistic zeal
This is why I go into the desert,
to sing the triumphant spear
which pierces me near
to the point of death
and in a breath, heals.
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