28 Mar Image and Spirit

They tried to break the signs of the earth,
Those sons of Cain,
Smashing the statues,
Covering images,
Burning alphabets,
And portrait-paint washed away with the new summer rain,
Toward bitter oceans,
Tended by fishermen and their nets. Selah

Signs and symbols and art,
It all recedes not,
Wicked iconoclasts,
They wish them each ever-erased,
But reflections move in motions,
Like the spinning of thought,
Shadows dance,
Energized by sacred lines Creator-traced.

Man borrows his breath to fingerly fashion the molten clays,
If he might ascend the spirals of God to His glory on its rays,
Walking misty river,
Heavenly forever in perichoretic sways.