User:Joe Spencer/given Place to be made Holy
From Feast upon the Word (http://feastupontheword.org). Copyright, Feast upon the Word.
given Place to be made Holy my via sacra (sacred way): what ties my journey to this day, and day to God, hence, God to me-- a wager that lets judgment be to have my wages weighed out fair, I must appear to my Judge there, before His seat, His western throne, to reap the death that I have sown hence, death lurks where the sun retreats, a veil to smother my conceits, a passing, grave, a going-down: primordial sea in which to drown and yet a prayer ascends before, to clothe (to cover)--I adore and praise in regal robes stained white with blood (I shed) before His sight indeed, the way I travel seems caressed by glory (weight) that streams along its length--and whence it flies? the light of corpus christi: eyes seven lamps make glow my path, and seven fires burn forth the wrath of yonder Judge; these burn my mouth with all the heat of deserts south but growing too of golden roots are seven white (like burning) fruits; these too my mouth approach, but graced my tongue is now for joy I taste dessert is left for meal right, to fill my pilgrim's belly; might such dainties be my constant fest when find I me on journey's test but this abundance calls to path a host (or two) who, filled with wrath, would plunder of me wine and bread, and leave me broken, scattered, dead yet another host steps also forth to take me up (too, from the north), who feeds me full and turns me west, and bids me change, for pilgrim, guest and as I travel final miles, I give my back to smiting trials, and turn from what I place (with pain) behind, I shall not entertain but placed, it stands in pillared strength: a world unseen in width and length that somehow now to summon me appeals: it bears some thing to see behind me now a trumpet sounds; a voice like rushing water founds my fear that there, upon a beast, my Judge is flying from the East atop these verses (twelve they count) the death I earn springs as a fount; so journey ends, as into tomb I fall as seed, to make it womb