by pulcinellagawain » Thu Dec 29, 2022 9:48 pm
I can honor this ancient symbolism, for watch as four points reach and find the four corners of the earth, the pagan pillars have wept and frozen, and they now glisten with frost, a sugarplum thistle that becomes a blinding guide, and covers the land in the everlasting light of sacrifice.
Here,
The viny weeds of paganism have crawled up the church walls and Irish Catholisicm can see revealed the unshakeable roots, AYE YOUR FAITH DOES GROW LIKE WILDFLOWER, NO FUNNEL SHALL DIRECT IT For the cup has overflowed, wine runneth under the door through the cracks in flagstone, cement portraits bearing the eagles head find the fissures and fractures as valleys to hold a river of merciful blood.
All the candles have been snuffed out behind the closed door elveneth hour mass, blind and dying of thirst they are prostrated on all fours, frantically lapping up wine as it escapes through the tiled ground, hysterical that it will be lost AYE BUT IT HAS REACHED THE BRIAR OUTSIDE YOUR DOORS TENDRILS CRAWL UP YOUR BUILDING AND PRY OPEN THE DOORS THE UNKEMPT WILDERNESS, STRENGTHENED BY INANNAS LIGHT HAS DRUNK THE BEAUTIFUL TALE OF YOUR CHILD
Aye, she says, the evening star of christmas, no more alone in the cold night shall ye shiver
Shatter the windows of the stained church, by the brightness of the evenstar and mourning daylight joined in the sky, the ceiling a cradle is undone, and it falls like ribbons off a present;
We no longer need gift wrapping to adore our creator.
I can honor this ancient symbolism, for watch as four points reach and find the four corners of the earth, the pagan pillars have wept and frozen, and they now glisten with frost, a sugarplum thistle that becomes a blinding guide, and covers the land in the everlasting light of sacrifice.
Here,
The viny weeds of paganism have crawled up the church walls and Irish Catholisicm can see revealed the unshakeable roots, AYE YOUR FAITH DOES GROW LIKE WILDFLOWER, NO FUNNEL SHALL DIRECT IT For the cup has overflowed, wine runneth under the door through the cracks in flagstone, cement portraits bearing the eagles head find the fissures and fractures as valleys to hold a river of merciful blood.
All the candles have been snuffed out behind the closed door elveneth hour mass, blind and dying of thirst they are prostrated on all fours, frantically lapping up wine as it escapes through the tiled ground, hysterical that it will be lost AYE BUT IT HAS REACHED THE BRIAR OUTSIDE YOUR DOORS TENDRILS CRAWL UP YOUR BUILDING AND PRY OPEN THE DOORS THE UNKEMPT WILDERNESS, STRENGTHENED BY INANNAS LIGHT HAS DRUNK THE BEAUTIFUL TALE OF YOUR CHILD
Aye, she says, the evening star of christmas, no more alone in the cold night shall ye shiver
Shatter the windows of the stained church, by the brightness of the evenstar and mourning daylight joined in the sky, the ceiling a cradle is undone, and it falls like ribbons off a present;
We no longer need gift wrapping to adore our creator.
