SOUL’S ADVENTURE
Reading edition
I HEARD the centuries tick slowly, Earth’s pulse equivocate. O Lord, Gigantic silence strikes: Thy holy And undeniable Word. This is the bitter promised day When, dragging wings, I leave behind A faun-like head upon a tray, Spear buried in the mind. Now I must tread the starry wrack And penetrate the burning sea. Iscariot, I may come back, But do not wait for me.