Subtitle

A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Wednesday, December 7

Tales, Part IV

Come you lost Atoms, to your Center draw, and be the Mirror,
Reflecting God’s light in the contemplation...

Come you without feather, uplift your souls, leave gravity behind
And give wing to the lofty aspiration...

But even as angels to earth will return, send back your songs
Of faith and truth and all the proclamations...

I sing, Simorgh, my own reflections of God the great I Am
Through the Son of Man, my only known salvation...

But I will turn my self to selflessness, and to the world will sing
In ghazals of old, this nascent explanation of thirty birds.

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