We brake the bread of

We brake the bread of

We brake the bread of the cosmic sacrament in sight of the Inaccessible. In the metallic mirrors of Arctic lakes we watched the wind-whipped clouds. Mute we knelt in the ice-temples of Silence, and where the glaciers shatter the rainbows we renewed our promises. Wet sat at the universal banquet, and drank deep of Beauty. Cheek pressed to cheek, arms interlaced, we sighed in the consecrated throes of its reproduction, and in the imagery of Art we lisped Creation's lessons. From height to height and depth to depth. Lagging in low canoes along the black waters of silent swamps-life-left-seeing the far-off blue of sky and hope between the warning points of cypress spires. Across the stretch of yellow sands, seeking her riddle of the Sphinx, and asking from the Runic records of one dead faith, and the sand-buried temples of another, the aim of the True. Or clouds or rocks or winds or waves, the mutable or the unchangeable was in turn the theme of our reproductive praise.


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