Friday, September 25, 2009

from my Canticles (2007), poems and photos.

Canticle lix

You must now enter the silence alone and listen. Wait.
Wait for the translation of the first line. Write.
Write with your fingers searching the pigments on the palate
for the essential shading of the right
image. The medium frames the sacred intercession.

To give face, posture, and voice to the holy is no trite
matter. And where humility unveils some gracious incarnation,
offer first this blessed sacrament to the King of saints. 

from Canticles (2007)
(c) John Robert Lee
(c) Turquoise, photo by John Robert Lee

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