God granted the child a ritual vision
His eyes they divided the world into rhythms Ideas were twinned by his mind with their sisters Conducting the signs out of time's contradictions A sacramental disposition Into imagination's machine Flirting with death he slept into Christ's dream And with vigilance crept to the edge of his being Jesus' mystery sent him on Elise'm streams Till' all destiny rested on what she received The consequences of charity Incarnation burns naked belief But with pride of untried he leapt off prudence hinge As the wounds between he and the world needed bridged So the gift made in youth became flower to fate And he learned to spin reasons so Love could relate Hylomorphic as emotion states Apologetic as history Truly humbled and broken by romance and mud He monstrated his weakness to reap from his Judge He let God build her 'no' into 'knowledge' still young Holding hope that her warmth at the hour would come Intuitively he disentombs Her nomenless ethereal womb Bitter pain of disdain paints a staid evening snow Winter's tears by years toiling here seasons to slow Spired old as God opened froze garden to show Priestly soul child crossed the cold silence to grow He never portends the end of road Since God's Presence all prescience devote
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