Poems by Themis

Beyond the Word

Beyond the wordiness of the word,

Beyond its pomp and show,

Where the crystal meaning sings a bird

On hills of truth, I'd go.

I'm tired of all this trumpery,

Fine phrases void of heart,

Vain peacockings of majesty,

The God-king's regal art.

O sweet beloved simplicity,

White wisdom of the soul,

Your purifying radiance free

To pass across my scroll.

O Word of God, immaculate,

From silences deep heard,

From inward pureness liberate

In me the truth-born word.

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