Tell me what divination
You find
- in the hymn
wrapped in this animal
- read the lines of my hands
See I have walked a cracked path
through bodies fluid and celestial
...
I have wandered 40yrs
through wasteland
mapped out in my veins
(blood, poured out for you)
I have made false gods -
built alters
from my remains
I have fled
through disbelief
Suspended
- between the walls of the Red Sea
(a body, broken for you)
...
Dry land is holy land
and I have
collected dust
in the delta
of this little Bethlehem
I have sacrificed
on holy mountain
howled my skeleton
at the heavens
- in mourning,
in primal pieta pose
hoped for echoes
back – in the syntax
of Rapture
and Reformation
"Jehovah-Jireh, give me a new name"
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