Its Peak

A child - oh, most precious mystery.
Angelically, the light shines through
this form that you have chosen to reveal,
bringing heaven down to earth again.

(Why then, do swords of men
still seek to slay thee...?
And how defend the boundaries
when one is left alone...?)

If ever understanding
rose to reach its peak,
then surely it must lie within
the utter beauty of the form
of your creation.

But what then of descent...?
For surely we are falling once again,
into the darkness of all matter,
as feelings echo out again
within your utter mystery
of form...

? Michaelette ?

4/8/2001
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