The Fire of Separation

The great, swirling fire of separation

hath consumed me. 

Now, the powder that remains,

O God,

I beg of Thee, transmute it

into the golden Light of the Phoenix,

the transcendent miracle of Life,

the liberation of the Skies,

and thereby reunite me

with Thyself,

that I may know no more

this impossible anguish,

taxing as it is

upon my powers and my praise

of Thine impenetrable Being. 

Change me from ash to resurrected,

flight-bound Bird,

no more prone to descent

into the mesh of nether soils,

nor the trappings of such weak and

lowly flesh:

O God,

O my lofty mountain's Peak,

O my Nest in the Heavens and the Stars,

make safe my passage

from this, such flash and swirl of oblivion,

into everlasting Life

with Thee, of Thine.

09/03/2016

en route to Addis Abeba

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