The buried seed has cracked the ground,
The pilgrimage begun!
The spring ties yellow cords around
The birds bomb scatter-songs of scenes
Where other tiny shoots
Have bubbled into forests green
With waves of foaming roots.
God let me like the flower described
Intent on extra height,
Drink first born Son-shine as prescribed
Pulled up by ropes of light.
Already blood red Pimpernel
You’ve stalled the cart of death
You’ve sacked the guillotine of hell,
And kissed with second breath.
The feathered weft of angel’s wings,
Each jewelled head that turns,
The sceptred skies of planet kings,
The hottest star that burns
Are crazy love-laid paving stones
That cross the sin-stretched miles
And scarlet set cement atones
The path that reconciles.
Yet though the black revolt is quelled
And sin’s against the wall.
Fresh caravans of grace are held
As mortal home guards fall.
For ego leads guerillas still
Who plague the second start,
They sabotage and strive to kill
The re-conditioned heart.
Yet ultimately heaven’s keys
Are mine if I persist,
So purer thoughts I’ll trade for these
And pillagers resist.
Past exemplary saints have bled
With lung-stung nailed breath
And trod the lonely path that led
To empathetic death.
They helped complete in frail flesh
The meal of stale bread,
That Jesus, frightened, tasted fresh
And brought-up with the dead.
And when I’ve chewed my portioned crust
I’ll have the eyes to see,
The hope of glory’s simply just
That Jesus lives in me.
(AJB)
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