We must recast with new materials This broken image marred by Time's misuse, A form divine disfigured through the years By stunted growth or torn by self-abuse.
I have felt the fire and transforming force, A concrete peace descended upon me, Yet I have held too lightly divine gifts And blinded by desire could not see
Nor hold in stillness all the graced she poured On this undeserving head.This entity Obstructed by the bars of mind was barred From silent God and his infinity.
This human form in which He cast the seed Of a consciousness we still must realise Shall one day recognise the gifts received Telescoped through endless centuries.
Where once we saw of garment but a hem In evolution's fierce and dark travail Revealed shall be the glowing diadem, The Dionysian cup, the sacred grail.
Poems Undated (1727)
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