Star Besprinkled Heaven


Let our tears be abundant
as the rain and the dew...
The cross...the cross...on which
this mans pure life dissolves itself in glory,
and stretches above me in spreading beams of light.

He is the strong and perfect spirit
that shall break loose from death
and declare the insignificants of the grave.

He reminds us that we must not waste
the golden moments
of never returning time.

We must not clamor for fame,
a brief shout in the universal clamor,
scarcely heard, and soon forgotten.

Dazzling supremacy...
Joy beyond all temporal change
and evanishment.
The bread now
our star besprinkled heaven.

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